Wishing upon the vessel known as love,
dreaming of passions that are for now forbidden.
A hope for her is all that I could ever desire,
for she will never find her way to me.
She has these eyes that are the shade of Autumn,
and a sweetness in her lips of which I can only dream.
Before fading restlessly to this dream,
I try to recall any notion of a past love.
This muse takes me back to Autumn,
to a love that was not forbidden.
Although this lover never cared for me,
she never tried to shroud her desire.
So I wonder... Is all of this about desire?
Could it even ever manifest beyond a dream?
I wonder if it is just selfish of me,
to have these thoughts of another's love.
In a nutshell this is why it is forbidden,
but I can still taste the lips of Autumn.
So whenever I feel myself wishing for Autumn...
I find myself rapped up in her desire...
I know that it is viciously forbidden,
but is it not ok for me to dream?
Though I know that I am not in love...
I still hope that she is thinking of me...
When I see her glancing over at me,
through those blazing eyes of Autumn,
I find myself in the neo stages of doubting her love...
What can I sense in that gaze if not desire?
I will take no part of her to realize my dream,
one like the fruit that is forbidden.
Tempted by the serpent into the forbidden...
Self control has never been an issue for me,
because I always knew I would forever have my dream.
Her breath must be as crisp as the wind of Autumn...
I can not allow myself to be lost in this desire,
for that is all it is if it is not backed by love.
Tempted by the forbidden, kissed by those eyes of Autumn...
Intentions are lost on me, wrapped up in desire...
All I can do is dream, only that and wish for her love.
