Each day I must wait
From below the Apple tree
One day a special person
well fall from high above
Only then can you say
I have waited for this day
"For it is you who is true love!"
The heart doth know
What hides far below
A smile a nod
Yet love must be denied
The sweetest Apples
Remain high upon the limbs
The rest falling to the bottom
To feed the multitudes
For that Especial apple
To be found
leave for others those on the ground
November 17, 1961
I waited below for my special love
For that is our anniversary
And sure that day you fell to me
And a love begun that was meant to be