of peaches and apples...

she’d broken into his garden,
broken in and lived there for ever long…
living off peaches and apples,
peaches and apples from his garden…

he was the caretaker for that garden,
looking after the garden had been his job,
wandering through the compound,
getting rid of the things that didn’t belong…

he’d caught glimpses of her off and on,
glimpses that somehow, had brought to him a smile,
a smile so intoxicating that he couldn’t rid her,
rid her from his garden, do what he’d been assigned…

fond of her close yet so distant company,
he chose to let her be for the while,
deciding to let the time pass as it would,
postponing his duties, as long as he could…

unaware of the unfortunate truth,
she believed that it was for her that he cared,
slowly growing fond of his presence,
she looked at him, as her savior in despair…

she didn’t look for any other place to go,
the truth about him she hadn’t known,
but then it had all, as slated, taken a twist,
when the owner to check, had made his trip…

the owner of this garden, of peaches and apples,
fired the caretaker, and questioned his decision,
asking him for the truth and an explanation…
it was simple, the caretaker admitted his fault,
and promised to fix what had gone wrong…

peeking from behind a tree, she had heard them talk,
and as she realized the truth, she barely eluded a fall.
there she was left, with her fate quite clear,
she had to leave the garden, go farther than near…

leaving the garden wasn’t really a problem,
to her the peaches and apples weren’t so dear…
she could find somewhere to be,
she could easily figure somewhere to go…

but then, she is the only one who knows,
she’d fallen prey to the cupid’s arrow,
the arrow that had taken her, but left him alone…