No Poet you must dance another tell
Zest holds love together
It's the outside of the core
It hold the scent of flavor
But the pulp means so much more
But when you get right down to it
The seed meant so much more
To grow full flavor of the fruit
Which was then nourished from the core
The zest from the skin held together
All that had grown till then
So zest is just the smallest scrape
Of the love that smiles within