I Write Poetry

My Cherry

Spring has come and my flowers turn to rare delights.
Luscious fruit hangs from my sweet smelling branches.
My cherries, my prized possessions but one in particular. Grows close to my heart, dripping sweetness yet borderline tart.
He falls to the ground, now fully ripe.
The world is ready for my sweet cherry but his heart I will keep.
My cherry.

Yes. MY cherry...