could you open me your heart? I want to get that appleFar atop the treeThe one thats red and bright and ripe. Thank you, dear Bradford for writing such a sweet poem. Would you like to stay with me? Far atop the tree! All because of a damned, mendacious apple. you are all you physically, I wish to be finally over this soul bronchitis No evil can come near you while I am by your side.Underneath my wings you need not fear; in their shadow you will hide.I will guard you and keep you as the apple of my eye.' From every foe I will defend; every need I will supply.All the way I will lead you, at my table I will feed you, and forever I will keep you as the apple of my eye. Your beauty is Angelic touched from heaven above, You are the apple of my eye ,with luscious lips so devine, Drawn to your purity ,you are a wonderful glow shinning in the light, You have captivated my heart ,my world shines like that of the sun, The first time I met you ,love was waiting in the palm of your hand, Grabbing your hands  kissing it ,holding it tight love was In the air this magical night, You are much too hard on yourself this much I do know, My sweet love you are beautiful mind,body ,and soul, As your blue eyes gaze into my eyes of green, I know I want this longing for you to last The rest of my life. The beginning of your youth, forbidden from the truth.Don't question why.Do just as you're told, till you're very old.Or you will die.Feel a little curious, why is the mysterious? This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. She's the apple of my eye guy! and played with... Apple of My Eye. Peace everlasting, bliss like none I've known one day all His glory on me will be shone. There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. I want to get that apple Far atop the tree The one that's red and bright and ripe Like it could have been made for me This ladder could get halfway up But halfway up is not up enough And shaking it makes apples fall Love Bradford, Holy Purple Rock!! There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. know one wants to talk anymore, / Don't close your eye's when / I'm talkin to you or you'll / be applesauce when / I ge. and put my trust.You are the apple of my eye, I love you, I can't say'Why'Surrender, I rise the white banner, for your well-behaved and good manner.Would you like to stay with me? Apple Of My Eye Poem by Dawn Novus - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 17, 2017. and put my trust. Put here only not for us, this product of the holiest.Let me stop the wonder, shouldn't have to ponder.This question why.To have eaten from the fruit, eyes open to the truth.Not gonna die.To climb the highest mountain, to search the deepest ocean.To breathe the breath of fire, this decision of desire.Wesley Hall - 06/23/05. But it's funny because as much as I hate it You are the apple of my eyes, yes you are You are the apple of my… Like an eagle I will carry you: to my mountain we will fly.I will lead you and keep you as the apple of my eye. Apple Of My Eye poem by Dawn Novus. Dear Father, please be near me- You know I am not strong.My soul grows parched and weary, and the way is very long.But great is your compassion when your children ask for bread, So I'll trust your love everlasting and recall what you have said: 'I will keep you as the apple of my eye. it also ignites this: and no matter the ups and downs. What a stunning write.......felt this all the way thru my soul......you closed your eyes......let your ink drip upon the page all the luv you felt.....all the thoughts your mind brought to life......beautiful pic.......fav for me......tipping my pen in respect and luv to you.....waves of hugs your way xo :), Hey flower girl thanks for your sweet comments. I honestly feel like I'm being eviscerated at this point, I'm emptying blood and chunks of tainted fruit onto the moss covered wood in this hollowed tree that I've crawled in, I fell for the worst trick from an old book and now I'm a misanthropic mess, I'm going to decompose in a vulgar, unknown forest, Feeding the greedy, ghoulish, ever reaching roots in this vile orchard, I wish that I could see my fair self in the black, still pond one more time, I can't see anything and I'm no longer the beautiful man I once was, My teeth have all fallen, entrapping me in a morbid circle, My body is soiled from various wastes and I'm no doubt desiccated. and the clarity of my eyes. when you write from the heart......... it reaches beyond the written word............ well done................T xo, Hey t thanks. The apple of my eye Some people, well they don't seem to care less While I thank my lucky stars that I've been blessed Blessed with your unconditional love I thank the lord and stars above That I live in a world in which you're there So you see my love, I care Because you are the apple of my eye. Published at the web's largest poetry site. / From what orchard were / YOU ever picked? I will feed you and keep you as the apple of my eye. She is all that and a wonderful soul. Quick find me an apple And shove it in my eye; I'm pathetic like facts under Snapple Caps twist off as I cry, My arms my legs And anything you want You took my heart and even kegs Of beer cannot un-haunt The void left behind; Not even a huge pumpkin rind Can plug this black hole, Sucking whatever life is left Withering fading from my soul, Your smile lights up even the darkest of days, You make my heart race, And my palms sweat. Drive in myself to be a better driver of the mind I can't contain, An agreement made before our boon Hugs to you rock, Halloween frights Kids giggle with delight. to never be With no hope of immortality. a new life. Dear Father, please be near me- You know I am not strong. so why must I suffer so? these feelings, just never go away,