Love
Is a ripe berry
Growing on a red tree.
So sweet they say
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
Love
Is a bright sun
Glowing in far eastern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.
Love
Is like a high mountain
rigid in a windy sky.
If you
would never loose your breath
Do not climb too high.