The flavor fills my mouth and burst onto my
taste buds like a fresh lemon just squeezed to make
some fresh juice. It's almost heart shaped appearance
turns me on, so crimson red is its color too see.
One bite of it can embellish your tongue with
its sweet yet somehow bitter taste to the tongue. Truly its essence
will last in your mind, and lingers on your mouth for a
mighty long time. Some call it the fruit of Gods and Kings;
we simply call it a cherry... it can even be made into a pie. Why does
this small piece of fruit stay on my mind?
Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem