Underneath the wild lemon tree
was where I found my love to be.
Lying there with the lapse of time
and the gusts of a winter's clime.
She looked at me but didn't smile
and this went on for quite a while.
I looked back and had some pity
knowing that she once was pretty.
We traded glances back and forth
to view each other and our worth.
I stood there and could see at least
that she had changed into a beast.
Without a hint it then did seem
she spoke to me in the extreme.
I heard all that she had to say
but kept silent to let her splay.
Then without any sense of pride
such time revealed another side.
Our feelings for each other were
like a doomed bitter lemon slur.
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Bitter lemons are tasted by everyone but we forget them when we get a sweet apple/
A well crafted write. I think we've all taken a bite from bitter lemons in life. Sometimes you still taste the memory. Thank you kind poet. 10
Thanks for reading Chris and your kind illustrative comments. Much appreciated.
A beautifully crafted and well executed write. A love that has not been nurtured through tests of time will turn bitter in.due time. An amazing piece with great rhyme that carries mellifluous sound.10
Thanks for taking the time to read and in giving your appreciative comments Rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No fault love is my answer George. I can love others without needing them to return the favor. But when they do! How sweet is that!
I agree with your commentry on this poem too Brian, but just keep in mind it was inspired by some fallen lemons in the backyard. Regards and thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts about the poem.