The Love That Never Was - Poem by Herman Sequira
I sit beneath the apple tree
Where shady bliss relaxes me
And heavy-eyed, in reverie,
I wait for my true love.
I hear a whisper in my ear,
'My sweet, awaken, I am here.'
I feel such joy when she is near;
My love has come for me.
We lay together in the shade,
And listen to a serenade
Of songs that birds have always played
Since time and love began.
A sweeter fruit I'll never taste
Than when her ruby lips were placed
Upon my own and I, in haste,
Responded to her kiss.
Then I awaken with a start;
An apple falling, breaks my heart
And in that instant, tears apart
The love that never was.
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