Her hand shook...
As she tenderly placed it in his hand
Apprehensive...afraid of rejection and shame...
Yet wholly willing and peaceful if he should...
If he should chose to accept her timid gift...

...But as he gently took it from her...
Awed and honored that she should chose him,
She was greatly assured of his intentions...
His reverence and respect were her comfort

And he...he looked upon it, thinking his thoughts...
Never having seen something held so dear and precious
Feeling that he had no right to behold such...
Such innocence and worth, being entrusted to him

And when he finally tasted it,
It was like nothing he had ever had before
Being so sweet and ripe, ready for picking
Ready to be tasted by one alone...

As she watched him take her love gift
Her heart swelled with passion
Tears came to her eyes...
And he gave her something to taste as well...

As time went on, she continued to give
And he always receive with a full heart
Though never leaving her empty handed
And she not always giving him the same gift

And though the births pained him
He continued to accept all that she gave him
Holding her hand all the while
Making her smile through different tears

And when the cherry tree died
And all they had was each other
They were content and in eternal peace
And that was enough, so the earth took them both...