Day after day all are blue
From the lack of the rising sun.
Of all who have lost their shoe,
With grace can only be one.
With she all is fun.
Life from within the apple
Falls upon the tongue.
Her beauty makes men grapple.
As the sweet aroma from a Snapple,
Admiration gives no way to time.
Fire bursts and passions from within crackle.
Only route is to give in to rhyme.
Her love on high is but super.
Her love so super is duper.
