In the hush of sacred halls where whispers of piety tread,
There walks a sister, her soul’s canvas painted with unsaid dread.
Her gaze, a tempestuous sea beneath a calm veneer,
And lips of scarlet silence, holding back a love so dear.
Through cloistered shadows, her spirit moves, a silent work of art,
With each prayer she murmurs, a poignant ache grips her heart.
For within her breast stirs a storm, not of heaven but of earth,
A fierce longing cloaked in sanctity, questioning its worth.
She dreams of a protector, a presence both wild and mild,
A spectral lover who speaks in the tongue of the untamed child.
He offers a promise of a world beyond the chaste and the meek,
Where love is the protector, the very treasure that she seeks.
Her soul stands at the crossroads, a divine duel painted in stealth,
A battle between her eternal vow and a mortal love’s wealth.
She guards her flame, a flickering light midst a vow’s constant wave,
Her heart a sacred vessel for a yearning too potent to save.
As she bows in reverence, her plea ascends beyond the spire,
For the guardian of her fervor, the kindler of her hidden fire.
She longs for the embrace of ardor, for a touch to quell her storm,
A passion that defies the veil, a love that breaks the norm.
She pens her ode with fervent strokes, a clandestine gallery of desire,
Where her whispers of longing resonate, an unquenched, sacred fire.
Her silent yearnings sculpted in the quiet alcoves of her plight,
A nun, a woman, torn between her faith and a love that ignites the night.
Will she heed the call of duty, or will love’s tempest prevail?
Her saga, an opus of desire, a tale too passionate to curtail.
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