Freshest Fruits

Freshest fruits are the most sweet
The first bite has the most flavour
The first apple on the tree
A sensation that you savour

The first glimpse in the distance
To the lasting kiss goodbye
Every minute every hour
Like an ever lasting sigh

It's like a harvest for the senses
Or a feast to feed your mind
A hundred million different colours
Of an extravegant design

In a month or maybe two
Things will never be the same
But a month or maybe two
Seems an eternity away

You want to shout it from the rooftops
Talk to strangers on the street
That you finally found someone
To make your life complete

I know this won't last for ever
The perfect song will fade away
So I'll write this whilst I remember
How I felt on that one day

I'll never look at you and wonder
What the future might have been
I'll never let my spirit wander
Where the grass is green

This is my promise to you
This it the promise I'll keep

I'll never look at you and wonder
What the future might have been
I'll never let my spirit wander
Where the grass is green

On a high On a ride
On an ever changing tide
You will slide into blissfull sleep
Another time or a place
You could drop out of the race
And you'll taste what is good as gold
With a taste Of the cream
You can start to believe
That a dream may come to pass
Yet one day you'll be old
And the truth will be told
What you sold to return to go