Their eyes when meet,
It's an apocalypse.
Keep tasting the forbidden fruit,
It tastes so sweet.
World would turn their eyes on them,
In the broad daylight.
The fire and the wonder of love,
Remained hidden under the moonlight.
Achilles was meant to lose his Patroclus,
Story was never tragic for Adam Eve.
The forced reality remained untouched,
The beautiful hearts were meant to be deceived.