Happiness,
A fleeting moment,
Of pure delight,
When lovers meet,
A flaming light,
A moment swift,
That thrills the heart,
Lasts a few seconds,
Then, we must part.
Forbidden Fruit,
Happiness Is,
The smallest taste,
Then all amiss,
True love is short,
May not exist,
And still we dream,
Of hidden bliss.
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Does the heart know the difference between the two, if it is a dream or in the flesh you?