Confessions of a Convent Girl

You exonerate me always as eye candy, displayed as such, a temple to your dreams away and out of reach, my present dandy; include you in my search for these extremes. To leer and confiscate towardly, a faith in you, that this my own portrays Catholicsm, not disorderly contains the stark reality displays. My thoughts of you accept repentence like, I speak, amidst the silence of an ear for soft tribunes of sympathtic strike incur a love that some say disappear. O! Father have I not refrained from seeing, glimpses of the man whose hide and seek shall flower this enchantment of well-being lovelorn duties meeting you this week. I offer invitation from the soul, a freedom that without it, makes me whole.