Joan
Jaws drop when you walk into the room,
obviously, they all adore you.
All men wish to have you in their possession.
Never will they know that a woman is in love with you.
My sweet girl, my sweet Joan.
My sweetest Joan Lawrence.
YOU ARE READING
𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐚𝐧
Historical FictionDuring the late nineteenth century, Alexandra Harries writes poems to her lover, praying that no one other than her Joan reads them.
