Would it be better, so as not to assume
You think the same,
That I should begin this in first person.
Is first person
I am plucking the fruit from the tree of knowledge-
First one then the other,
Tasting each to see if it will suit.
This word to harsh,
This too fair,
This sweet and yielding,
This hard as stone.
The stone in which I could carve your name-
Letters chiseled into timeless granite.
Even stone wears to dust eventually.
Not so words-
Or at least that is what
Or why else would they-
Spend so much precious time
Searching for that one ripe plum.