Poems riddles

The front of me is the source of a song Or to kiss with a fervor of love lifelong. My back is a plant fit for a queen, Crafted by needle, chemical, or machine.

Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. I’m double, I’m single, I’m black blue and gray, I’m read from both ends, And the same either way.

What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes And yet never grows?

Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, I will devour them all. What am I?

I don't have wings, but I can fly. I don't have eyes, but I will cry! What am I?

I have three eyes but only one leg. I still close one even if you beg. What am I?

At the sound of me, men may dream or stamp their feet. At the sound of me, women may laugh or sometimes weep.

I may seem real yet I am not, Once you're gone I'm often forgot. Time here stretches and it shrinks, It all depends on how you think. I may be good, I may be bad, I may be the same as one you've had. What am I?

To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?

I taste sweet and juicy. I smell fruity. I feel rough and wet. I look like a bumpy ball. What am I?