In the confines of the church walls, there you stood,
Close enough to reach, yet far from understood.
Your presence beside me, steady and tall,
A silent rhythm in the sacred hall.Your probing eyes, though I dare not meet,
Speak truths that make my heart skip a beat.
From the moment I saw you in the corridor's glow,
I knew my heart ventured where it shouldn't go.You, from a different class, a world apart,
Yet you've quietly captivated my heart.
Denying the stirrings I felt deep inside,
But your smile became the truth I couldn't hide.Your small antics during the church's events,
A joy so pure, it makes perfect sense.
Every gesture, a memory I hold dear,
A warmth that silences my every fear.In this sacred space, is this love divine?
Is this the answer to prayers once mine?
Is our bond a gift from heaven's embrace,
Or just fleeting shadows in a holy place?Heaven may witness the love I can't share,
A silent longing, a secret despair.
Yet my heart falls deeper with every glance,
Hoping, praying for a chance.Even if the world may never see,
The love that's quietly blossoming in me,
I'll cherish this feeling, sacred and true,
For heaven has witnessed my heart and you.
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Shadow of Becoming
No FicciónIn Shadow of Becoming, a teenager stands at the crossroads of adolescence and adulthood, caught in a whirlwind of doubt and discovery. As they grapple with the complexities of growing up, they question everything they once believed-faith, self-worth...