Confessions of a Convent Girl
You exonerate me always as eye candy,
displayed as such, a temple to your dreams
away and out of reach, my present dandy;
include you in my search for these extremes.
To leer and confiscate towardly,
a faith in you, that this my own portrays
Catholicsm, not disorderly
contains the stark reality displays.
My thoughts of you accept repentence like,
I speak, amidst the silence of an ear
for soft tribunes of sympathtic strike
incur a love that some say disappear.
O! Father have I not refrained from seeing,
glimpses of the man whose hide and seek
shall flower this enchantment of well-being
lovelorn duties meeting you this week.
I offer invitation from the soul,
a freedom that without it, makes me whole.
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