Though our fate was quite a wanderer,
I still had the chance to meet him, thanks to her.
So let's reminisce from when I fell for his chortle,
to the reason why I call him the apple.
That one crazy day, 'til now I remember.
It was afternoon, so we had to go home.
Then there he was, waiting just for her,
So he won't feel alone when he roams.
She presented him to make him known.
He gave the atmosphere a colorful tone.
On everyone's lips, a bright smile was shown.
But something tickled me to the bone.
I knew his name and I thought it was cute.
Same as the saint, same as the star.
I knew his manner, so it did not suit.
Smooth like a ballet dancer, sweet like nectar.
That smile of his, sweet as apple jam,
His red lips and rosy cheeks were not sham.
His words were as crisp as apple peel,
But enough to make my heart be zeal.
His cute chortle was my electric shock.
To fall for this pretty boy was good luck.
His moves made me feel like dancing with fire.
A combination of his euphoria and my desire.
Night came, realization had me tamed
Asking my heart to whom I fell? In the idea or him?
Though having an apple isn't for me, I still aimed.
So I created this poem and he was the theme.
Still believes an apple a day, makes the doctor away.
Continues loving him, night and day.
He was an alluring apple in the eye of Eve.
But only reserved for Adam to conceive.
