She is

She is a cherry tree

Full in ageless blossom

A gift to offer your own device in every branch of lissome

/

Fruits smooth and supple

Let her yield tempt

Least it take of you, so should you take of the flesh

/

She is a falling flower

Stricken from her perch

With which the wind made no promise of fame in turn of curse

/

Her perfume is robust

It lies on every breath

And weighs its siren anchors across already heavy breast

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