Underneath the wild lemon tree
was where I found my love to be.
Lying there with the lapse of time
and the gusts of a winter's clime.
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Bitter lemons are tasted by everyone but we forget them when we get a sweet apple/
A well crafted write. I think we've all taken a bite from bitter lemons in life. Sometimes you still taste the memory. Thank you kind poet. 10
Thanks for reading Chris and your kind illustrative comments. Much appreciated.
A beautifully crafted and well executed write. A love that has not been nurtured through tests of time will turn bitter in.due time. An amazing piece with great rhyme that carries mellifluous sound.10
Thanks for taking the time to read and in giving your appreciative comments Rose.
No fault love is my answer George. I can love others without needing them to return the favor. But when they do! How sweet is that!
I agree with your commentry on this poem too Brian, but just keep in mind it was inspired by some fallen lemons in the backyard. Regards and thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts about the poem.