Love
is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be

Love
is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.

Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.
CF