He's like a moon, and I am a poor girl staring at it patiently. It was a beautiful sight and as far as I could see. I can't touch him and reach out.

He's like a sinful tree, and I am a wicked woman. I lured the unholy tree and bit its fruit even though I knew it was forbidden. Even though I know I can't.

How can we face the world with our sinful love?