Just a bite of an apple won’t hurt 
Unless, it’s from a lover’s thirst
Green eyed as they are not first

For an apple’s sweetness may inversed,
Into a misery of a heart like Ms White’s curse. 

But just a bite, won’t hurt.

Right?

Here’s to the years I didn’t know,
An end to every poetry I ever wrote. 

For the next words are sold, 
At a price the heart was never told.