The heat of love,
a bud about to bloom.
Blooming before those eyes,
a beautiful flower in disguise.
Mistaken by a love,
there is no bud or flower.
Instead, flesh and blood;
pomegranate and plum.
Will the fruit be cut open,
or wait for the ripening?
All beautiful fruits need time,
rare fruits take time to ripen.
Cutting ripe fruit is delicate
until you see what is inside;
revealing madness and love.
C & K 