I once fell in love with the sweetest fruit
Who rotted & withered as she crossed the sea
None of us remain the people we were
But all still recognizable to me
But through better & worse we’ve evolved
But never once did I ever expect
The kindest of hearts to devolve
I love other fruits who’ve ripened with age
And though their rind is rough & sage
They’ve aged like the finest wine
They remain sweet & kind
And not like their soul burnt in life’s oven.
She no longer has love for me. She joined a rebel fruit coven.