Peaches to Ronit

I don't know if my honey likes,
but i'm sure I love Ronit more than peaches
and it ain't just a rhyme

More delicious than eating the last peach of the tree
should be the lips of Ronit kissing me

When speaks spanish slowly, the world is under control
for those who are gifted of mind

Peach is still my favorite fruit, just till I smell Ronit's hair against the wind,
until I look inside her eyes and admit.
"I always knew Guttman would fill up my eyes and her taste wont pass me by"
Sometime, Next year, her place I think

Even though the seasons for peaches has been gone
her everlasting smile will extend on
Wherever she has passed by
In the warmth of my sunset

I love Ronit more than anything
and her taste I will never forget