In the garden of unspoken dreams,
I cultivate a hidden orchard,
where ripe emotions hang like forbidden fruit,
each boy a different blossom,
his faint smile a sweet breeze that stirs my heart.

I wander through this secret grove,
tangled in vines of hope and doubt,
where sunlight dances on the petals,
but shadows linger, whispering fears,
fears that love might not bloom in return.

What if I dared to pluck the fruit,
to taste the sweetness on my tongue?
Would the world turn, casting stones
at this fragile...