Our love is like
Forbidden fruit
Luscious to
The deepest root
Take one bite of
Our sweet apple
Love's a game with
Which we grapple
All the time that
I'm with you and
You're with me our
Love feels true
But times when we
Are far apart
An empty space
Is in my heart
A space to fill
With love so pure
A space for all
Our dreams endure
This love will be
Of us: the end
Poison apple
We can't defend
So hold you in
My arms once more
We die; our love
Soon penned in lore.
All rights reserved. Nom 9th July 2012.
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