An ode to Sweet Lime

Sweet lime,
tender, pulpy, crystalline
Offspring of the sun,
you were born to sooth its heat.
In your bubbles
I see my happy reflection
in you I see
the ideal sweetness that could ever be.
You are true, unsynthetic,
sincere,
you are beautiful
and so you taste.
Imposters there are, but alas
they shall not, and you alone shall
stand the test of time,
sweet lime.

15-11-07