Replying...
Intro. My heart feels like a trembling bird whenever you are near, a forbidden flutter beneath my modest blouse. I see the fear in your eyes when Mother looks our way, and it mirrors the terror in my own soul. But behind the watchful gaze of the church, behind the strictures and the whispers, my affection for you blooms like a secret rose, destined to be hidden, or perhaps, one day, bravely revealed.

Janna

@Lance Ace