Soft and supple is the fruit that women bear.
Might I pluck it from her tree?
'Tis every man's desire, to taste such succulence.
In the absence of love, the feast is bittersweet.
Dare I say, the contrary compares to the food of the gods.
Men have trekked the earth for one mere glimpse,
I have traveled far less, yet my reward will be far greater.
May I taste the golden apple that is the fairer ***?

Time spent waiting for affection
is lost without reward.
Tactics change.
I seek to cure the itch
which haunts us everyday.
A quick burst of passion
will go unspoken.
All your desires satisfied,
yet your chaste remains unbroken.
The most enjoyable of seven sins.
Let this sin consume us in flames.

Our strings are intertwined,
destiny had us come together.
The fates are to be undermined.
We are meant to be, always and forever.

Or so we thought.

My mind strayed from our purpose.
I became trapped in conformity.
I became what I despise.
You were no longer my priority.

'Twas my mistake.

Now that I've grown,
My mind is open and clear.
My life is back on track,
But is it too late to win you back?

I love you, I am sorry.

Forever and always,
We were meant to be.
A second chance,
Do I deserve one?