A forsaken passion

He is the subject of my secret fantasy

The main character of my dear diary

A man who is in holy matrimony

It is the sweetness of his gaze

And how it sets my mind in a daze

It is the pleasure of stolen glances

And the thought to alter the circumstances

Here lies my unrequited affection

In a forsaken lustful passion

Desire that is riddled with guilt

He entices and sets me in a motion of wonder

I want to be the end of his everyday

The one he unfolds himself into

I want to wrap myself around with him

Feel how a dream could become tangible

I want to erase the distance between us

Take us to a time where neither us of belong elsewhere

I want him to exist as exclusively mine

Not only in fantasy

But also in a reality that never could be…

Here I am at the altar

To forsake this forsaken passion

Here I am to lay down my sin

Now baptise me in holiness

Pardon me with everlasting forgiveness…

For having fallen for a man in matrimony…