OH! CLASSIC GOLDEN APPLE

Symbolism is one of the languages used to express someone’s feelings in a manner than reflects and portrays a broader meaning of reality. The idiomatic symbolism, “Apple of my eye”, means the most beloved person. In this poem is a figurative expression of love and adoration for a lady, symbolized by an apple. Apples are one of the most delicious and sweet fruits on earth. Read on.

OH! CLASSIC GOLDEN APPLE

Why should you remain in the tree up above?

While my heart is so much heavy with love

With he a strong desire for your flesh

To taste it while it is still very fresh

What about a little taste of your sweet wine?

Oh! Golden Apple, why not just be wholly mine

An Apple, with my picture inside. I love myself.

Oh! Golden Apple,

Your glow is so much like that of morning sunshine

Your glossy and shiny skin is so magnificently fine

In you every being can have literally everything

Your golden splendor can enchant even a king

Yet should I miss you almost all year?

When I need you so much intimately near?

You are so enchanting for your every kind of reason

Your golden splendor is with you in every season

Your beauty is beyond what I can converse

Your splendor has no equal in the universe

With you I truly can have eternal inner peace

You were surely created a grand masterpiece

Oh! Gorgeous Apple,

Deep in my heart you stirred a fiery desire

Deep in my soul a longing so very sincere

To make you solely mine at heart forever

To shower you with my adoration than never

I yearn to always drink your luscious wine

To always show you love as solely mine

Oh! Splendid Apple,

Cleanse my wanting heart with your wine

Make your whole self as solely mine

With your soft flesh provide my soul’s relish

Offer yourself as mine to forever cherish

Your sweetness my ever wanting soul really miss

Oh! Golden Apple, in you is the key to my eternal bliss

Pierce my heart with your shinny golden glow

Through your sweet self let my soul grow

Intoxicate my heart with your luscious wine

Render your sweet flesh as eternally mine

I shall consider myself blessed by the most high

By experiencing your grandeur perpetually nigh

Oh! Classic Golden Apple

 


Courtesy of the Rising Sun