The Seedless Beauty Poem by hazel jackson

Soft and red sweet as a buttercup flower, as Red as a rose slightly scared in the misty grey of the day.

Juice flows as smooth as a babbling Brook of water, with a small sudden sound as she is savored by ones self.

Connected by the earths lively color of green never to part, unless chosen with love and carefully served as one but never alone.

Her insides as clear as a dew drop to her skin she's ripe and perfectly shaped and ready to be used as a satisfying taste of natures best.

She's forever cherished, carefully handled and cleaned with the most amazing things she's used in ways like a centerpiece to a portrait, her beauty makes her hard to resist.

She's mine and I love her dearly single handedly but never alone I indulge in all of her because she is more than one.

She's one of a kind, she's mine I would share her with the world but they will want, and only want more and more of her but I am not giving her away.