I pick your apples with a gentleness uncharacteristic of my kind.
I eat them with a fervor that may only come from me.
You are my garden of Eden and I gladly take any fruit the snake may provide me
Because having a piece of you, however unlasting, is better than having none.
Because I hold onto you like a farmer holding his last crop.
And I feast. I allow myself to consume.
If you have the ability to go, then god knows I have the ability to devour.
Why are thee as cold as a winter’s day?
Thy resounding radiance of thy love
Hath fallen like snow in this month of May.
This is so uncharacteristic of
Thy character that hath always been hot
For me. Thy soul seems tempered, tired and
Bitter cold, causing thy warm heart to stop
And shiver as I grasp your chilly hand.
Hath thee found a fresher sun to brighten
Thy sultry smile from a frozen frown?
Does thou not adore me, please enlighten?
My memory, my mind is freezing down.
Thy fierce blaze of thy love has embarked,
Thy flames put out, thy fire now a spark.
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