I have a ripe fruit
Hanging on a tree;
Smart as tie and suit,
Salty like the Sea.

This fruit is ruby
And reddish outside;
Light but thick creamy,
Tasty juicy inside.

This fruit rise and moves
Like wave and billow;
Its craziness drives –
Me mad and shallow.

It is an Apple
Of my eyes and heart;
Never in ample
So for it we fight.

This fruit is of love
Not ending inside;
It may gasp and hove
Faint but never die.

© 2017, Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu