Our love is like a well-dried plum.

A friend recently asked on Facebook, "What do prunes have to do with Valentine's Day?"

Aside from the obvious "prunes are good for the heart"?   It's the perfect set-up for a punchline, but I decided to write a poem instead.  It has been a while since I wrote a poem and I was inspired.  So here it is:

Our love is like a well-dried plum
It blossomed on a summer's night
In the warmth of June
And like a plum with giant heart
Grew 'neath an August moon
And now, with age, it stands preserved
So with these words I croon
Our love will stand the test of time
Just like a well-dried prune