Apple of My Eye
Love is like a juicy, apple,
for those of us,
who wish to dapple,
Lucious, fresh and red,
first your dating,
then you wed,
sometimes it can get quite sour tasting,
and you wonder,
the time your wasting,
but mostly crisp and sweet,
though love,
I's rarely ever neat,
you may divide it into slices,
times that are good,
and those times in crisis,
but don't pick thatt poisen apple,
from that apple tree,
for may may deeply regret,
your future destiney.
Copyright © Susan Viscione | Year Posted 2010
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