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