An Apple Of Love Poem by Danish Azam

I'm waiting for you,
like Adam for Eve,
You have to come,
They have to believe.

My left rib is missing,
My heart is unsound,
My life is unsafe,
im loosing my ground.

Let the serpent allure,
Let the Apple entice,
Let the Eden rebuke,
Let The providence voice.

I have a plan,
To return our home,
My heaven of love,
My sphere to roam.

So i plucked off the tree,
That God forbade,
An Apple of love,
Which turned now red.

I want you to share,
This Apple my dear,
Join me somewhere,
Nothing is here.