within your reach,
hangs an immature heart.
You’ve dreamt of its taste
and traveled far for its knowledge.
Seclusion will be a memory now.
Twisting and pulling,
the fruit comes undone at your hand.
Savor this unrequited love,
not of your garden
but of another.
"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin