I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.
Feelings come and go, unless you don't feel them. Then they stay, and hurt, and grow pear-shaped and weird.
I could peel you like a pear and god himself would see the justice in it.
'My Life' is soft, with notes of pear and gardenia, but still bold, with a woody base.