Sweet were her nipples, tasted like an apple
With my heart I would guard this precious fruit
Clear the air, rid of all soot
Sweet turned into sour every hour...years into tears
I loved her could not disclose my fears
Overcame by emotions I could not hide my tears
Cried made the soup salty
My tongue longs for the sap from the fruit
Desolate,I have learnt to live on bitter roots
The apple of my eyes... something thought for I would die
To myself I only did lie
©fredrick o
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