Green Apple Kisses
Oh what do you say
About this particular lady
Do you begin with the way
Her hair catches a ray
Of the sun or the one
Particular mark on her face
That make my lips give chase
While my ears give chase to her words
In words I know or languages I fail to understand
As I demand nothing of you but your hand
for a short moment in time
As I just enjoy your presence
What do I begin to say about such a woman?
I wouldn’t even know where to begin.