Forbidden Fruit

I

Can't

Help

The way I feel about you.

I 

Can't

Stop

The way I think about you.

I

Can't

Tell

You what I want from you.

What would they say?

What would they think?

How would he feel?

Is this even real?

It's unfair.

but such is life.

I decided 

to be his wife.

I want to tell you

that I still feel

the way I did then.

It seems so unreal.

I live with it now.

I let it enslave

my mind but I will 

take it to my grave.