To Ripen Her Fruit Poem by sallam yassin

Made of life
A honey
A man
Of real
in a turn
of his touch
A bee
Takes wishes
Young breathes
Ofdoubt
In rosy
Juvenile flower
Of a youth
to charm a sweet
in jelly
and conserve
dream oflittle lass
in love's
Jam
In turn her
to real lady
short flips
life
of real man
takes woman
young
glow of green
in a turn
Of serene
In fling
In magnitude of nature love
to ripen a fruit
in lap
of long life of a honey
It needs
A simple touch of bee
To ripen her fruit
To be....