The heart, a caged bird, beats a frantic rhyme,
Against the bars of societal time.
"Forbidden fruit," they whispered, hushed and low,
But love, a wildfire, refused to grow slow.
He was the rebel, with eyes of stormy gray,
A whisper in the wind, come what may.
She, the delicate flower, bound by silken thread,
Yearned for his touch, the words unsaid.
He challenged norms, a spirit bold and free,
A whispered promise, "With me, you'll always be."
He saw the fire in her soul, a hidden flame,
And ignited passion, a consuming game.
Forbidden love, a dangerous delight,
Burning brighter in the darkest night.
She loved him fearless, a rebel in disguise,
Finding courage in his defiant eyes.
They danced on the edge, a reckless, sweet refrain,
Two souls entwined, defying the pouring rain.
For love, like a river, will always find its way,
Even when the world tries to hold it at bay.
