9 July 2012

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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