There’s something so dreamy about you. You’re my forbidden fruit.
You’re poetry and mystery. You’re an abyss I shouldn’t step into.
But you make my heart and soul ache. Only once in a while, I yearn to be set ablaze in your flame
But I’ve drowned, and roamed the thorny pathways. I yearn and then pay an aching price. So I dare not light a spark now
I’m in no Eden, but if I fall still, I’ll never recover and that’d be the end of me, my forbidden fruit.