Fruity Poem

I look at you, my darling Clementine,
The apple of my eye;
So sweet, delicious, your citrus smile,
Without you I'd surely die.

In my arms, my darling Clementine,
Your eyes like starfruit shine;
It makes me well contented, love,
To think that you are mine.

But sometimes, my darling Clementine,
I'm not sure how I feel;
For though our love's far from skin deep
I like what's beneath the peel...