Sin

Dangling there in forbidden leaves

Beautiful Sin sways in the breeze

I pass by and avert my eyes...

But return again at the next sunrise

With a hasty glance over my shoulder

I grasp the fruit, feeling much bolder

Touching it to the tip of my tongue

I sink in my teeth; the deed is done

Feeling tired and suddenly old

I seek for cover from the biting cold

I never knew that I must be hidden

Until I had tasted that fruit forbidden