It starts with all the glance
But end with all the glum.
Maybe it is a love you cannot mix.
Or a memento which I cannot fix.
But as love remains a taboo
Continuously becomes a storm haboob.
Righteousness changes as the vile
But the curse remains permanent.
The feeling was at first as a galaxy
But now just filled with jealousy.
Maybe it should be a voodoo
But first, it needs to be a hoodoo.
The perpetual feeling shall never end.
For as long as the forbidden cannot mend.