crunch crunch crunch
sweet juice dancing on my tongue
can’t have the sweetness
without a touch of the tart
in my dear apple, they both play a part
red, shiny, smooth, speckled skin
glowing before the bite
white, juicy, crisp, fruity flavor
glistening in the light
you draw me in, you tempt me
show me the sweetness of this life
you are the fruit of my labor
and the apple of my eye