Apple of My Eyes
The apple of my eyes, that’s what you are.
My treasured one, the best bird I can have.
Ruined and marred by the fall that kept you far.
Yet, I longed daily for you, my first love.
Wondering and pondering which day you will come.
Waiting and looking for my broken dream
To come into my garden and bosom.
I looked here and there even in the stream.
Prepared a sumptuous sup for you and I.
But there, vacant remained your seat and place.
Gone for so long, I kept asking, ‘Why, Why?’
When will you return and show me your face.
No one, nothing! can take your place, beloved.
For you, any mountain I would have moved.
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