Truth so simple, yet so tragic:
Love’s the most relentless magic,
Lines of lust and hate confusing
With a chain of your own choosing.
Take a bite of fruit forbidden
Realize that which once was hidden.
Apple sweet or apple sour?
Poison apples hold the power.
Understand the hand you’re dealing;
Is it hurting; is it healing?
Though with cards you thus deceived him,
When he loved you, you believed him.
