Love Song for Lucinda by Langston Hughes

Love

Is a ripe plum

Growing on a purple tree

Taste it once

And the spell of its enchantments

Will never let you be

Love is a bright star

Glowing in far Southern skies

Look too hard

And its burning flame

Will always hurt your eyes

Love

Is a high mountain

Stark in a windy sky

If you

Would never lose your breath

Do not climb to high