I fell in love with your soft rosy cheeks
I could sit still and stare at you for weeks
But could I keep control of both my mitts?
Alas, I do not think I could stand it
Not caressing your smooth, sweet, plump, red cheeks.
They call to me with small delicious squeaks
To this dear love, my life I must submit.
Forever then you'd disappear, be gone.
Once I give in to this deep desire.
Your color lost, your taste and scent did go.
But if I can wait, your life will go on.
Then my spirits will be so much higher
For I love thee, garden-grown tomato.
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