Love

    Is a ripe plum

    Groree.

    taste it once

    And ts encment

    ill never let you be.

    Love

    Is a brigar

    Glohern skies.

    Look too hard

    And its burning flame

    ill always  your eyes.

    Love

    Is a ain

    Stark in a windy sky.

    If you

    ould never lose your breath

    Do not climb too high.