The red Apple

Ah, my dear.I caught apples on a tree, yet. Your red colors were so shiny. I was almost blind by such beauty, I wanted to take a bite of you, to feel how your taste. To feel if the colors of red were real, if they were blood. Intrigued by such fruit. Even the God's would say "Where did this mortal picked this fruit?" and I said. My dear Apple, in red dress. With a red dress with color of blood. Beauty, so shiny, even the God's bow by your presence. I picked the perfect fruit. And I want to eat it with a smile.