For being fine and lovely
for being fresh and tiny,
you've caught my eye's affection.1
You're a little apple,
so sugary and exquisite
that I want to bite you.
Little apple, little apple
that incites my heart
with its desire to love,
and who has the appeal
that I've never gotten from anyone else,
from its honey, caresses.
Be still my love, I am thirsty,
give me a little to drink,
for my hope is wilting -
with your sweetness it's revived,
a fine little apple
that God has made into a woman.
Little apple, little apple
that incites my heart
with its desire to love,
and who has the appeal
that I've never gotten from anyone else,
from its honey, caresses.
Be still my love, love, I am thirsty,
give me a little to drink,
for my hope is wilting -
with your sweetness it's revived,
a fine little apple
that God has made into a woman.
1. so, you're the "apple" of her eye? get it?