There is this song I like.
where the singer calls his lover 
peach.

Comparing her or you or even me 
to so many beautiful things

a strangers affection 

love songs and false hope and convincing promises 

Id walk down the aisle to that song 
Id smile and choose you in a crowded room 
This  song playing in my mind, and he back ground, a car speaker. 

You’d be all the other things the singer tells us about
all the beautiful things.

But yet,
I am still not your peach.