The Fruit of Love

I have come to inform everyone of you

From this gazette that I'll read to you

It's a tale about a beast called Love

And the fruit that only a few man have

They say fruit is thick and fleshy

And its smooth and shiny

They say its so beautiful that eating it may be a waste

But it is the sweetest thing you'll ever taste

The tree that holds the fruit

Is garlanded with flowers

These flowers grow larger than a foot

And their vines as tall as towers

It's never out of season

It's always there for the picking

But there's a reason

That only a few men come looking

It is guarded by a beast

So twisted and grotesque

That even one of the best

Will be put to the test

Fangs as sharp as swords

Claws as long as knives

And a bite or a wound

Is enough to snuff out your life

A touch on its skin is even worse

You may think it's fine but it is not

It's enough to make your skin rot

It's akin to a curse

Its breath is a lethal poison

And one that's very hard to cure

And the pain is mostly the reason

Why it's very hard to endure

Its blood is acid

It can turn metal into goo

And if you're not careful

It'll turn you into one too

Even the flowers wither beneath its feet

And the hearts it touches stops its beat

Such is the creature that they call Love

Guarding the treasure that only a few will have

This is what it means to live by the knife

To obtain something you shouldn't have

So are you willing to risk your life

Just to obtain the fruit of love?