Forbidden Fruit
The hands that
do not reach for me,
are full of tenderness.
The eyes that
look deep into me,
find what has been hidden.
The lips that
cannot touch mine,
speak kind words.
The memory of
that special day,
always will stay.
The potential for
what could have been,
forbidden though it seems.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2015
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