Classic Poem

Oh , she was fair as the god of love,
And sweet as a dream of bliss above;
While he was modest and feared to tell
The love he never could hide right well.
He took two apples: one white, one red;
" These apples are you and I, " he said;
" The red one I and the fair one you;
Pray make your choice of the apples two
And leave the other for love to woo.

" Apples are like the human heart:
Some are sweet and others tart;
Apples of love and apples of gold;
In each a story of love is told.
On neighboring trees these apples grew;
While yours is fair, mine changed its hue
By blushing red in its love for you. "

He stepped aside; she was left alone;
She took his apple and left her own;
He found her hiding her love away
Behind the lace of the window-bay;
Her lips were pressing his apple red,
" I 'll take the place of the fruit, " he said.
The apples saw and the apples knew
Just what those lovers were coming to:
They kissed! What apples can never do.