Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
 
Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.
 
Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.

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