Jealous in love ,
burning alive ,
Wish i had what you give her ,
But you think of me as a child whose naive !
You are my gossip ,
i want to be your secret,
But i know what i am asking for,
i could never get!
If at all we were to be together
it would be such a mess ,
You and I will always remain an unfinished business.
Things denied alway have a secret charm,
Wish i could taste a bit of it
if there was no harm.
Loving you is a sin ,
wanting you makes me guilt ridden,
Still i wonder ,
why is the best fruit always forbidden ?