Jammed Peach

I wonder why she cries
Once so warm and sweet
She doesn’t say goodbye

She was angelic divine
And so I reached
Tried and climbed

Just a taste would she be mine
How I hungered both want and need
A treat or to dine

Love grew, in time
And she was a peach
So sublime

Lord give me a sign
Say “she’s not for me”
Yet I grabbed that vine

Can’t seem to make her mine
Such is my summer memory
I wonder why she cries
She doesn’t say goodbye

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.