Name the Fruit

Are you hungry? It seems that you are
In your eyes I see.. dancing stars
Do you think I’m tasty? I know that you do
But when you take a bite of me, name the fruit

The sincerest form of flattery, maybe so
Or is it that you’re lazy, I don’t know
I’ll share the best from my orchard, yes it’s true
But when you take a bite of me, name the fruit

I understand, if you can’t plant your own trees
If you need to feed off of my crop, well then please
Taste the fruit, let the nectar run down your chin
But name the fruit you bite, I won’t tell you again

If...

If you knew all the things you do to make me smile
Would you try to do more of them….
Or would you run away?
If you had any clue that for you I’d go the extra mile
Would you look my way then….
Or would you remain blasé?

If I told you, you make me want to be a better woman
Would that warm your heart…
Or would you not care at all?
If I hold you until all of your pain is forgotten
Would that be a start…
Or would my dream stay stalled?

If I laid my heart out like cards on the table
Would you consider me…
Or let me down easily?
If I played my part and showed you I am able
Would that be the key…
Or is this not meant to be?