Your curls intertwine like a tomato plant,
Silly my comparison, but you enchant.
Rosy, your cheeks become when we meet,
So, with a kiss I can come to you, to greet.

Your spine is so strong with fruits you hold,
I have taken time to see you grow,
With time, love grows I am told,
I must not be impatient, but be wise and slow.

Your desirable fruits are an ailment to one.
You give me a tomato, when growing is done!
You are a pride to grow and to harvest from,
When I tend to you, peace begins to strum...

The soft tune of gratitude plays in my heart,
This you bring onto me, and I smile for this.
From you, I do not desire to depart,...