You are my apple and I have a keen eye

on the top of this castle

where I can see all the kites fly

we climbed this stone with nothing but some

balloons and our fingers

now we eat fruit pies

as though we might never need to do the dishes.

Words are hardly spoken but I have started to draw

you pictures with blonde sands and blue skies

and few little fishes



I can hear you dream even if I am in the kitchen

I do up your buttons because you give me kisses