True love is draws from deep within;
where quiet thoughts can now begin
and extracted from the mind
like ripe fruit pulled off the rind
to be shared with one who is starved
and set their mind to be carved;
the rough edges citrus-hewn
leave you shaped by love’s sharp tune.
Both parties give and they take
yet each for the other’s sake
and both become their better
sharing these adaptive fetters.
For love unshared will only spoil,
never to seed life’s fertile soil,
but when such fruit shares its prize
that bounty balloons in size
and those who are this way fed
find that good health lies ahead;
their convictions will harden
and they plant fertile gardens.