If love was hiding in a bowl of cherries
Sweet and enticing, not like un-ripened berries
Could you pick it out, choose the one
Or would you fumble, unsure of some

How do you know where it could be?
If they were all plucked from a single tree
Would it be the one hiding, seeming shy?
Or the cherry that simply took your eye

Does hesitation make you unsure?
That love could hide if it was pure
Why wait, why not pick the fruit
What if its wrong, does not suit

Why choose, why not sample them all
Would you become the vain mans fool
What is the thought that holds you back?
You cannot sight feelings lying in the pack

Indecision will make it pass you on by
If the one that’s right you will not espy
Your heart, not eyes, will leave one in the bowl
For it is the one that shines, a radiant soul

For the answer is not the beauty of the skin
The outside tells you nothing of what lies within
True love can seem to hide in a single cherry
But beware, for the fruits of life are many