The heart doth know
What hides below
A smile a nod
But love must be denied
The sweetest apples
Remain high on the limbs
The rest falling to the bottom
To feed the multitudes
For that special apple
To be found
Leave for others those on the ground
One day a special person
Will come from far above you
Only then can you say,
"You are special!"
As I have waited for this day
To say, "I love you!"
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