For an unripe peach is still a peach.
When the sun beams down upon it
and water surrounds it
heavens destiny sings.
And then one day it turns
ripe, luscious, heavens water turns sweet on the inside
filling the branches with orange hues of red
just before they break
from their heaviness
a heaviness so sweet some fall to soon
As I stand there gazing at it in awe
My right hand grasps for a peach so full and heavy
After much deliberation
I take a bite
Sweet pure juice drips down my forearm
A shared delight
Yes, this is loves kiss
Like the peach as our love grows it gets sweeter
and our destiny takes flight in loves ecstasy.
Happy One Year Anniversary Love thank you
my Northern Star.