The Apple of My Eye - Love Poem
Once in my hands,
I did entreat,
This tender apple
I did eat.
Oh glorious glory!
Devine Defeat!
What joy is mine,
Since this apple I did eat.
It's looks are beauty,
Her taste is sweet;
An angel from heaven
Before my feet.
Her leaf is gold
Her skin a rosy red,
The tang she gives
Comes to such a bitter end.
For no time have I,
Tomorrow's spent
Now memories are all I have,
The joy,
Her love,
Have caught me in her net,
The passage through my life she has made,
Left only the intrinsic scar;
Of Her sweet but now bitter
Everlasting serenade.
And now the place she goes is so far away,
That true happiness will not be,
For my heart will be in haunt
And my heart in dismay.
Her tender touch,
Her always lovely laugh,
That melt the ice away
From all the painful years past.
This apple is one of a kind to me,
A princess of divinity,
My muse has she been
And forever will be.
Whenever I feel love,
Feel happiness
And peace,
I know that her spirit is resting beside me.
And I will look to the stars and call out her name
Hoping a falling star will carry my message
To her from me;
To the Apple
From the Tree.
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