Maybe once,
We tasted fruit so forbidden,
Even the heavens could not deny our longings.
Maybe once,
Throes of our passion,
Threw the earth apart - an unhealing scar.
Maybe once,
Our spirits lingered,
Our souls thirsted, for unbridled whispers
And promises.
Maybe once,
We loved.
For this love is forbidden,
For this heart is esclamped, within briers,
Of bigoted damnation,
Of confounding idiots,
Of hatred.
A verb enclosed within its antonym.
Will it survive, this forbidden love?
it will.. i m still alive, n this is a prove that it will succeed as long as determination and love is spared in the relationship...
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