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.