Passions Fruit
Their taste distinct, a scent their own
In love where two share the same home
As right of passage made them so
To bring forth life and so it goes
Their first born would come to be
An act of passion, pure ecstasy
Born of two where became one
A fruit of loins, daughter or son
A miracle of life would come
Just nine months later to become
Another fruit to carry on
Cycle of passion to build upon
As boy meets girl, sparks will fly
New fruits of labor as was implied
of passions fruit
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