i see branches calling home with fruit
a sweet fruit; as if she had matured
her taste is painted with summer flowers
a glance that batters my heart if she dares
she ripens once warm days see us
my only mistress, my fancy love, i call
my appetite may fall for other's love
but no one else can compare
cupid's arrow is lodged in my heart
she is blessed by nature, her flesh is soft.
she reassures me with peach flavored kisses
warm days will never cease, even in winter.