Man searches in the garden,
For a fruit to find,
Some say it's sour others pure divine,
The dispute itself as old as time.
Does love bear fruit and produce wine?
Or does it wither and choke in the vine?
Many a man has tasted "love".
Some found it sour others like heaven above.
I consider myself lucky for Love I did meet.
For I am a man whose tasted Love and found nothing as sweet.
Brian James Caffrey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-1721/
