Half a Sour Fruit

Secret love is a sour fruit that grows quietly in the heart. It is not ripe yet and one dare not show it to others. Looking at his back from a distance, I gently placed the tenderness of my youth away. All the joy and anxiety only flowed in the eyes, never daring to be alarmed in the slightest. Like the wind meeting the clouds and the moon falling towards the dusk, when I passed by your youth, I only dared to feel my heart from afar and never came even half a step closer. The sourness was wrapped in a long tenderness, quiet and pious.