Is a ripe plum
Would never lose your breath
Is a high mountain
Growing on a purple tree.
Is a bright star
And itsburning flame
Love
Will never let you be.
Taste it once
Look too hard
Will always hurt your eyes.
And the spell of its enchantment
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Love Song for Lucinda
Langston Hughes
Love
Do not climb too high.
Love
