By David smith September 14, 2013
Blackberries on the surface, Flavour and appeal;
The imaginary taste, the flavour is real.
Disappointed in taste, but great in looks;
Late in the season the sourness took.
Like a relationship with spouses hand in hand;
And over the years the inconsistencies they can’t stand.
How things sour, like the beauty of the berries;
To bring back that sweetness where emotions are contrary.
How to preserve the surface look;
And have the depth where romance once shook.
Where lives were changed and love took hold;
And now the boredom is growing old.
How to add the sugar and sweeten from within;
To enrich romance where hearts would spin.
Bring back our flavour and spring in step;
And hug and hold with lots of pep.
The taste of berries is not so sweet,
In the fall, lacking summer heat;
But it’s a treat to pucker up;
The sour berries fill my cup.
Now the flavour of children and grand
The strength of a family, where emotions stand.