Fruit picking, Poetry, Poetry, Raspberries

A fruity call

Her natural beauty is hidden for all to see

Desperate to share her love she waits patiently

She remains invisible to most who pass by

Until one who looks deeper and gives her a try

At first glance you might miss her treasure

But under the surface lies unlimited pleasure

Once discovered you’ll be ever so sure

To go back and see her, she’ll always have more

Get in there quickly, to ensure delight

But always remember her love might just take flight

Others are blinded, but true they can see

She may well be patient but is egger to flee

Do not despair though, where true love is sow

You can be pretty much certain more raspberries will grow

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