I Was Just An Apple
When they met, by a rare chance
I was just an apple, sweet green
When they started seeing each other
I knew right away that I’ve a future
When they kissed, passionately
I began to bloom, like a red rose
When their erotic desires grew
I was raised, from a deep sleep
When they spoke about love’s sensuality
I became aware, of the things around me
When their black hair turned silver gray
I was already well prepared for tomorrow
When they went to their bed, separately
I’d built, theirs a pattern, my own bed
When they sent me their warmest regards
I was holding my own apple, sweet green
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