Life is just a bowl of cherries, don't take it serious, its mysterious. Life is just a bowl of cherries, so live and laugh and laugh at love, love a laugh, laugh and love.
The man for me is the cherry on the pie. But I'm the pie and my pie is good all by itself. Even if I don't have a cherry.
Life is simple, it's either cherry red or midnight blue.
So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.
Under a cherry tree, all burdens of life fly away!
pretty please, with a cherry on top of me!
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.
You can't pick cherries with your back to the tree.
Life is not a bowl full of cherries, there's good and bad stuff.
Only in dreams of spring
Shall I ever see again
The flowering of my cherry trees.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.
A relationship isn't going to make me survive. It's the cherry on top.
She's easy to lead around, a shiny present here, a pretty compliment there, and you have true love and a popped cherry sacrificed to the god of deception and hormones. Young girls are so ridiculous--so predictably easy.
If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?
I'm like a navigator and I try to encourage our collaboration and find the best way that will produce fruit. I like fruit. I like cherries, I like bananas.
Slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry, especially.
A cherry tree
And there are no flowers;
But the spring breeze
Brings forth myriad blossoms.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
I cannot tell a lie. I cut down the cherry tree.
Audiences in London called me the girl with the black cherry eyes.
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top.
Just as cherry, plum, peach and damson blossoms all possess their own unique qualities, each person is unique. We cannot become someone else. The important thing is that we live true to ourselves and cause the great flower of our lives to blossom.
Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below
Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow.
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