The fruit of love's desire is sweet <br />For any man and maid to eat. <br />However ripened in time's air, <br />No other can with it compare. <br />'Tis like those apples 'of such price, <br />No tree can ever bear them twice;' <br />And only two may share it, so <br />That they would all its sweetness know. <br />It is so fine and fair a thing <br />And eaten with such passioning, <br />The eaters seem themselves to be <br />Fed on each other's mystery; <br />And when they have the sweet thing ate <br />Sigh for the lack of all things yet, <br />For once 'tis bitten to the core <br />The dearest dream of life is o'er, <br />And man and maid within time's waste <br />Another such may never taste.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fruit-of-love-s-desire/
