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The Love Of The Forbidden Fruit (A Poem)

The ground left from under my feet,
the skies opened,
the stars came falling,
the sun shattered,
and the moon kissed the waves.

and nothing but the sound of music.

I was like water, you the flow,
like air, you the blow,
like fire, you the blaze,
a never-ending gaze,

but with our eyes closed.

For then,
I was like earth,
and you were grime.

Oh, phantom of mine,

love is not to vanish,
though sublime,

it’s to arrive, and to appear,
to be fully, and utterly here.

For love, my love, isn’t lusting,
love, my love, it is trusting.

Sofie Angevaare
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