Sol 5.6

  1. An apple from you gifted me the fair expanse of your cheek,

    more fragrant than praise of one sweeter than hope.

  2. It came between beloved and lover,

    at the tryst of union, and blushed red with shame.

  3. It spent the night healing longing’s wounds in my heart’s core,

    while I spent the night wounding it with tears and kisses.

Sol 5.6