The Apple Of My Dream - Poem by Jasper Abcede
In the streams of the midnight
I shed my thoughts of thee
Like the leaves that soft alight
Float the river to the sea.
In my winding dreams I found thee
Thou and thine taunting eyes
Made me hungry, made me thirsty
As I chase thee through the night.
I long to touch thy tender lips
As red as apples be
Then speak to thee my truly love
And take a bite in thee.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about The Apple Of My Dream by Jasper Abcede
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You