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.
Poison Apple • Opuss № I