I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

You are the forbidden fruit

That I see before me

Yet may never taste for fear

Of never seeing it again.

You are untouchable

Due to how fragile you have become.

I want to give you strength

For a beautiful smile again.

My heart sinks thinking of you

I just want your happiness,

Even if it means

My own sadness.

You are the only other fruit here

That can bruise by being touched,

We are two of a kind

And need each other to stand…

I don’t know how to react

When you talk to me,

You are flawless.

You mean the world to me

I wish you were mine.

© 2019 Wendy Engela