The Lemon

The Lemon

The Lemon

Good friend of mine, Fine as wine
How good may thou art be?
Sacrifice the lemon grown sour on your tree
The lemon was picked up by forces unknown
And stirred around in sauce sweet as honey

We meet again, dear friend
And your wine, yes, can be bitter,
But the sweet sauce that was made
Can not sour at your bitter
Yes, it combats the brute of wine
And the lemon will always shine

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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