Apples you’ve given me

Blood-red and juicy with desire
Crystals you’ve waved at me

Damsel, but not in distress

Emerald green eyes

Full with a glistening sort of excitement

Girls holding golden grapes
Happily sitting among the grape vines,

I let you take control, 

We’re underneath the vines, 

We’re kissing through the pines, 

I imagine you are mine, 

I’m waiting for a sign

It’s only been her gaze

She puts on my mitten, I smirk slyly smitten

He thinks she’s his, I think you’re mine

I see the warmth, hidden under icy eyes