The Fruit of Love

When it starts, its just like a fruit,
The flower buds by noticing that you suit,
There has to be days of calling and text,
The same period the flower bud waits for stage next,

The dates and and every sweet moment,
Like the flower slowly opens starting to scent,
The liking grows into liking,
Just like the flower petals get coloring,

The couple visits each other,
Just like the insects visit the flower,
Thats when the couple realize they are in love,
Like the flower needs the insect for pollen to move,

A minute without each other becomes missing,
Just like a day without an insect visits stops pollinating,
The feelings now come from the bottom of the heart,
Like the nectar collects at the bottom of the flower,

The lovers get used to each other,
Like the petals get used to the sun and start process wither,
They sleep holding each other close,
Like the petals fold close,

In the process they create a womb fruit,
Like the flowers form a true fruit,
Another waiting for the womb fruit to grow,
Like the waiting for the fruit to grow,

Like the child is born,
So is the fruit harvest done,
While we wait for the Child to mature,
We wait for the fruit to ripen,

Too bad Auntie brings the fruit as a present for the baby,
The baby eats the fruit,
Same way that life bites on itself,
Blame it on the Law of nature or Auntie?