Saturday, October 22, 2011

The Forbidden Fruit

What is your name? I am most curious.
Your eyes, rich as ripen grapes.
Your smile, fresh as the yield of spring.

But to call this love is ludicrous.
Your name, it eludes my tracings;
Your heart, it remains a mystery.

Nagging conscience harps me,
"Remember Adam, attraction deceives
For love's sake, this fruit, forbid."

Tragic or joyful, I cannot tell.
Maybe we were never meant to be.
Maybe you are reserved for the more worthy.

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