Taboo

Forbidden! it is taboo I shall think of you as a rose Shall I? A beautiful lilac rose I shall be evermore struck by This beautiful rose I am now Lovesick which there is no Remedy for, no cure I will Believe that you are more Beautiful and precious than Any other rose. You are set Apart from all other roses I suppose I am Lovesick just Because this I know. It is Taboo to think of you as such A rose your eyes are vibrant Petals filled with loveliness Your hands are soft as delicate Rain I will think of you as the wild Rose garden on a summer's Eve. If it were not for the Beautiful lilac rose, nothing else Would ever matter