Some think love’s a letter we can’t type.

A symbol is a well  where  we must dig
To find the deeper meaning hid below
On our human knees we need to beg
To gain admittance to the daily show.

Life is but an apple we must bite
Our teeth may break and so we suffer pain
But from our  human ills we cannot fly
But suffer learning,digging, once again

Love’s a cherry with a lively stone
Which desires to live itself when time is ripe
Some see love as meat gnawed from a bone
Some think love’s a letter we can’t type.

Love or   hate ,a fruit will have its pips
Which choke  us while its flesh is on our lips