She sat with me

By the peach tree

And the golden sunlight

Made her ordinary brown eyes

Look like glistening honey.

 

Some say she still sits

By the quiet peach tree

With the nectar of the peach

Dripping

From

Her 

Lips.

 

With her luscious hair

 F

    l 

       o 

          w 

              i 

                n

                    g

Through the delicate wind

And her subtle sweet perfume

Following the breeze.

 

As darkness falls

The day is over

And the peaches

Are all gone.

 

At least the sweet nectar

Still lingers my mind

As well as the nice lady

Who still sits in my heart.