You have enslaved me with your lovely body; <br />You have put me in a kind of prison. <br />Since the day we parted, <br />I have found nothing that is like your beauty. <br />So I comfort myself with a ripe apple— <br />Its fragrance reminds me of the myrrh of your breath, <br />Its shape of your breasts, its color <br />Of the color that used to rise to your cheeks.<br /><br />Yehudah HaLevi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-apple-8/
