The Sweetest Fruit

Forbidden Love, a kiss so sweet

All guilt's forgotten in the heat

This fruit is sure to stay quite fresh

Until you leave our hearts shall mesh

My eyes are dry; no moisture here

Just sad rules to which I adhere

These moralistic laws are torture

I long for you 'til your departure

Then it's back to good old patterns

The same routines. Such mundane matters

The distance between you and me

May soon give way to apathy

Some nights you'll creep into my mind

But what's gone is not for me to find.