Romance is a Mandrake

Romance is a mandrake.---
Poisonous roots, bitter
If swallowed.

Yet, when the white lily
Blooms in courtship
The fruit arrives...

It is most beautiful,
And only that timely
Fruit can you eat

And at no other time
But in that short week
In the month of May

Lest you eat a poisoned apple.

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