The Fruit At The Middle

How lovely is that fruit I see

Of such a pretty lonesome tree,

It looks as sweet as mother's breasts

That gives delight to baby beasts.

So inviting. As it appears,

But it's only our eyes have shared,

Envy hands longing for a touch,

Pity tongue can't do any much.

There may be something in its skin

That would only lead me to pain,

There may be poison in its juice,

For my soul is so dangerous.

Then, why care about such a plant that bears fruit,

Which is not welcome to our mouth?

What's the sense of having it kept,

If it's forbidden for our lips.

The clever serpent may be right,

I would take just a little bit,

Loving Master may never know

That I for a while break His law.

Later, He can't help but amaze,

My wisdom is as good as His,

The greatest surprise it could be,

My response for His love to me.