Jr Poem by john wake

The mouth watering taste of forbidden fruits
Is what they say attracts doomed lovers
And once the foreign taste touches your lips
Makes your mind flip

In a room,
Two eyes, each with flare,
Met and stare,
From the start it was doomed

In a room,
Two sets of eyes see a
Soul, invisible to the rest
But them.

A bridge connects the two
He starts a mild conversation
That turns to a fierily affair

But like all fires
This one will burn,
Summer slowly turns
To winter
And her taste
Shall be a clip
Shuffled in a network in
Your brain

As the moment draws
An end, I remember the flaws,
Fluttering features, all of you
And to you give my dues.