Photo credit: Inma Ibáñez
I gave my love a bowl of cherries;
she ate them and was through.
I baked my love a cherry pie;
she kissed my cheek anew.
I planted my love two cherry trees,
one for her and one for me,
and cared for them in fat and lean;
she vowed to e’er be true.
For this week’s Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for hosting!