A lemon for every love

A magician once told me,

once when I was young,

He told me watch out boy,

or love will have you strung,

He said that every love goes sour,

and every love goes tart,

the only time that love is strong,

is when it first starts.

He carried a satchel,

for him to keep them in,

for each love that went sour,

he had a lemon.

Some lemons were rotten,

and some were bright as can be,

and he handed me the worst one I could see,

smiled, nodded, and said it was for me.