Live Apple Poem by Frank Nangame

Shape as the apple
The only of its variety
As the love symbol
Yet tender
Moreover always live
Has affection, still pumping
Like a tapping sound
To give a smooth and loathing song
We all dance
We all want the chance
To love

A gift to pass
Despite of sadness
Filled with hatred and loneliness
It will pardon
Yet broken, not once but more frequent
But still heals, manicure of life
Even Romeo is a witness
And juliet is a victim
Love
Heart manicure
They all say