a flower supple like a babies skin,
a fruit, a melon, free of sin.
a flavor sweet and quiet too,
oh how i crave my honeydew.
simple in shape, amazing design,
oh how i wish to call it mine.
a deliciously sweet anytime dish,
a bud that bloomed upon my wish.
one melon is not noticed alone
pair two together your mind is blown.
this is one fruit most worthy of rhyme,
she belongs to all though, and shall never be mine.
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