Shape as the apple
The only of its variety 
As the love symbol 
Yet tender
        
...
    
        Sun will rise to shine tomorrow 
The sensation pain in vein drains hollow
We all stare and glare at windows
Is there redemption for our sorrow?
        
...
    
                    Live Apple
                    
                    Shape as the apple
The only of its variety 
As the love symbol 
Yet tender
Moreover always live
Has affection, still pumping 
Like a tapping sound
To give a smooth and loathing song
We all dance
We all want the chance
To love 
A gift to pass
Despite of sadness
Filled with hatred and loneliness 
It will pardon 
Yet broken, not once but more frequent 
But still heals, manicure of life
Even Romeo is a witness
And juliet is a victim
Love
Heart manicure 
They all say
                

 
                    