More "romance" poetry

Forbidden apple from down under

A for Apple, I for indulge, D for dangerous, A again for appealing and N for neverland.
From app to someone that becomes something of a teenage story.

Inconsequentially the time that has past, it still holds some glory. A wondrous thing that still somehow finds it's way to grasp the attention of one's eyes.

Day to night, night to day, almost every other day. The gleam of a bright red fruit that becomes almost infectious not to eat. So driven by the looks of it, might as well make apple pies.

After all, a funny sound emits through this Apple !
So funny that it seems kind of odd that it's able to do such a thing.
A teenage story that transcends into adulthood and still kept it's sort of fling.

Never more, I sought to find out more. About this said Apple, that is of course you.
Glory for, all the other apples that did became pies.
Surely this one could be too.