While trying to cut an apple,
I thought.
You are the one,
whom my heart wants.
I cut a piece,
and put it in plate.
And it strikes,
you seem like my soul-mate.
And to cut another piece,
as I moved my knife
I wanted to ask
'will you be my wife'?
I cut it all
and while putting the salt,
I thought we can be the best 2 two,
and never depart.
And as I picked it up,
to take a bite
I thought if I can be
the reason for your smile.
And yet another bite,
took me to the thought
Are you the one,
what I was wandering for?
The truest love,
the best ever mate!
With all your thoughts,
My Apple just changed it's taste.
hey! I promise to be the salt,
and add to your taste,
And be the reason
for your ever glowing grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! I'll never eat an apple the same way again! Lol. Nicely done! Who knew partaking of a piece of fruit could conjure up a loving piece of poetry!