Chapter 30 Love Song for Lucinda
love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.
love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.