What is this.

What is this.
This forbidden love.
Always pushed away
Never allowed
Always gone,
Like the wind,
On a hot summers day.
Only wishing,
Hoping,
It was here.
What is this
This aching heart
Feeling numb
Frozen.
Like ice,
In an arctic kingdom
when all you need
is grass
and warmth...
Never attainable
What are these.
These words.
They drift from my mouth
But do they mean anything?
coming from a dark spot in the mind.
Like a candle being lit,
In a dark room.
What is this.
This poem.