LOVE SONG

Apples. My lover used to love them.
Sometimes between the sleepless oceans
A morning flower promises spring to bloom:
So nothing in her head could prevent her splendor of beauty

In unprecedented fashion I’ve fallen.
Romantic waves follow the pearls of the night,
Where the temples ultimate promise is to unite them

From here to eternity. Will the Apple ever fall down to the ground, from which her rounded body,Imperfect, time after time
Her unnatural dress stain from the waters of the moon... falls!