O my Luve is like a red, crimson rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is such as melody That’s sweetly performed in tune. So reasonable art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;...Metaphor: With this poem, the “white apple” can be a metaphor for Demise. The “taste of stone” can be a metaphor for the grave.By way of example,