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