BlackBerry blossoms

He looks apon her with desire, lesure and dismay.

For the girl of his dreams, what to her can he say.

As he starts to walk towards her, the father did he see.

He asked him for his blessings, to be apart of his family tree.

As he asked, her father did reply.

No, and I'll tell you just why.

My daughter is like a blackberry blossom, buetiful and pretty.

But really delecate, really quite a petty.

Once she leaves the bush, her buety will dissperse.

She will die and wither, tiss the family curse.

Not till she turns into a blackberry, may she actually leave.

So I say to you good sure, wait and believe.

For when she becomes a blackberry, her seeds they will, can be sown.

For her love is like a blackberry blossom, just as shown.

The young man was amazed, he saw a poet in the father's eyes.

He agreed to the father's terms, not even by dispise.

So years later the young women was a blackberry.

So he again asks the father permission to ask to marry.

The father said yes, for the young man heed his word.

Now the young couple have their own bush, lots of blossoms and even a third.

So if a man see's a young woman, with buety by and by.

He must wait a couple years, for she is a blossom that must fly.

R.M.