The fruits of love are sweet duly ripened; <br />Cared by the sun, the rain and watchful eye <br />As fruits could be with maladies sickened, <br />The same with love that with neglect dies; <br />Some fruits may not of freshness boast as gain, <br />Like seedless grapes that would to raisins turn; <br />As must be love that rekindles again <br />When rediscovered passions soon return; <br />But fruit when not prematurely taken, <br />Is best, attached to branch by which sustained; <br />Neither should by foliage it be hidden, <br />Lest chance is nil for it to be obtained; <br />.......And love that bears its fruits for a reason, <br />.......Luckily, never goes out of season.<br /><br />Reyvrex Questor Reyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-106-the-fruits-of-love-are-sweeter-when-ripened/
