Roving back through wild centuries <br />At rust and ripeness time <br />To land blood wet, martyrs fed, <br />A water melon still conceives <br />What alone bears peace-a sweet heart, <br />Summer's blood, timber scent- <br /> <br />Each slice for life time sweet, <br />Munch you as you would grapes or kisses. <br />Her only hope, wish for nothing on earth <br />Save eternal be her internal love's season, <br />Akin to sea plain where no autumn comes, <br />Though all things go, not one lasts.<br /><br />yoonoos peerbocus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-water-melon-s-truth/
