I love you like an orange.

It takes me five whole minutes.
Standing there, pulling off the skin,
picking off the white stuff,
separating the wedges,
picking off more white stuff.
Seems like I never get all the white stuff.
Even eating it,
I'm still picking off white stuff,
spitting out seeds.

An orange is not a simple snack.

But I'm not thinking about the peel,
not fretting all the white stuff,
not hating the seeds.
All I think is the orange.
It's really good.

And I love you.