You were forbidden but you made my heart smile. One look at you, and I was hopelessly beguiled. I gave into temptation, you were the queen's tarts. I am hoping that this infatuation soon departs. I am intrigued to say the least, you are a feast for my eyes. As the sun rises and sets, I am certain that I will not have any regrets. You gave me the gift of clarity, the grass just might be as green and carve a path that leads to prosperity. No vanity, just lust, this attraction is much too robust to toss to the side, like a broken doll. Enthralled, I fall further into your web, causing confusion but I hope that it never ends. But instead, I know that we will be become the best of friends. Your intrigue lies in your carefree attitude and includes the many moods of your humble stew. I want to hold your hand and show you how to be strong, it has been too long since butterflies have danced along with the lyrics to my life's song. A day spent with you is like a thousand nights sublime, you can be my partner in crime as we lock ourselves away, in a prison of our own. Like a bird with a clipped wing, I want to nurse you back to life and make you my everything. I see you hurting yourself and it hurts me too; knowing that you are full of potential that is left to be pursued. Hold my hand and follow me into a land where we can be free, devoid of distractions, but full of interaction. Let our bodies join as one, as I teach you all I have learnt under the burning sun. You just might be the one, but I am too much of a coward to accept it. So instead, I embrace the inevitable rejection that threatens to devour me whole. You should be my moon high above my sky, the one whom I turn to at night to say goodbye. Tale a chance, make a bet and root for me; I can fill your world with endless ecstasy. But until then, you will solely remain a friend. I will help your heart mend, and help you transcend this idle state that others fail to comprehend. We will walk together, racing toward a common goal. I can see us growing old, watching our future together as it unfolds. My heart is filled with cowardice and sadness for the risk that I must take, but I would much rather swim in your provocative lake than make another mistake. Doomed for an eternity, to wallow in a pool of my own self-pity. You rocked my world, like an electric guitar; like the mandolin, your classical beauty is the only excuse for the amount of attraction I feel as the walls fall down in my own personal Berlin.