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The Mellow apple
We have tightly clung together at the cross-roads
The mellow apple of my taste
My heart desire
My vision
The strong pillar of my virtue
I've lingered over the sempiternal of my choice.
Asuredly europhoric to me;you're the one.
Inspite of the shadow of my doubts
An everlasting radiation of love had emerged from your fountain to my channel of hopelessness
You're reassuringly tantilizing to my world's attraction.
Alas, I would like to welcome you to my own world.
You're a blossom morning lily,
A bloom of the day,
It's sine-qua-non for me to welcome  you into my world, because You're sine-qua-non to me.
A habiliment to my naked-points,
I've located in your bossom a place of abode,
You're blue blood that I'll ever admire till my senile dementia.
And from senile dementia till eternity.
By Sunday Augustine Abiodun.