Midnight Musings: Proses and Poetry

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Concealed Affection

In the quiet of the forest, she found solace in the rustling of the leaves and the gentle caress of the wind. Amidst the lush greenery, she found herself lost in thought, pondering on the mysteries of the heart.

And there, in the distance, stood a tree, tall and proud, with branches reaching towards the heavens. It was like him, the one she admired from afar, with his unwavering strength and quiet confidence. She could not help but admire him, even if it meant keeping her feelings hidden deep within.

As the sun set, the sky was painted with hues of pink and gold, and the stars began to twinkle like tiny diamonds in the sky. She thought of him, and how he was like the stars, distant yet shining brightly. She longed to be nearer, to be able to see him up close, to be able to tell him how she felt.

But for now, she chose to keep her feelings hidden, like a secret between her and the forest. She would continue to admire him from afar, like the way the sunflowers turned their faces towards the sun. And like the way the waves caressed the shore, her feelings for him would ebb and flow, always present but never fully revealed.

For in the forest, she found a kind of peace, a kind of beauty that she could not find anywhere else. And so she would continue to relate him to nature, to find comfort in the thought that like the trees and the stars, their paths may cross one day, and the secrets of her heart may finally be revealed.

It is he whom she desires,
It is he that occupies her mind,
He, who is the subject of her sonnets,
The one who owns her heart
To the very depth of her concealed affection.

— Sterling Frost