Granny Smith green eyes that sparkle,
A smile that takes my breath away,
An angel with a sunkissed glow,
Bright as a sunflower in May.
Her blonde hair almost seems to shimmer,
A living wonder just to see,
Her laugh sweet as a sugarcube,
As she wanders beneath the apple tree.
Just by the look she gives to me,
I feel myself falling apart
This sunset apple of my eye,
Has a piece of my wishful heart.
