Oranges
do not grow in the sea
neither is there love in Sevilla.
You in Dark and the I the sun that's hot,
loan me your parasol.
I'll wear my jealous reflection,
juice of lemon and lime-
and your words,
your sinful little words-
will swim around awhile.
Oranges
do not grow in the sea,
Ay, love!
And there is no love in Sevilla!
Saturday Paseo: Adelina
Federico Garca-a Lorca
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Poem topics: I love you, dark, sun, reflection, juice, swim, sea, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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