• I want to be the apple of his eye
    I want to be the one who stands by his side.

    To me, he is the forbidden fruit.
    I can only look, yet not touch; Smell, yet not taste.
    I'm sure the meat of this fruit is tainted with folds of uncertainty, destruction, and ecstasy.

    I crumble apart inside
    Knowing that my love for him can stop planets from orbiting and put universal activities out of alignment.

    The more I get to know about him
    The more distant I feel from him.
    My knowledge is inferior to his
    And I gradually fade away,
    As he pierces my thoughts.