My feeling for fruit,

Might as well be mute.

It will never occur,

That I will be with her,

That be for sure.

I wish there were a cure,

That vanquished such feeling,

So I wouldn’t be reeling,

When are relationship hits its ceiling.

I wish it was someone else dealing,

Maybe then I would have a chance to win,

But now it all feels like one big sin.

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