White Affair. Here's a poem: Secrets kept, and stolen glances shared, A hidden bond, that dare not speak. Forbidden love, or fleeting thrill, An affair unfolds, with hearts that chill. Whispers in the night, and stolen time, A love so strong, yet wrong in its prime. Temptation's fire, that burns so bright, Guides two hearts, through secret delight. But consequences loom, like shadows dark, And guilt's sharp sting, that leaves its mark. For love that's hidden, cannot truly thrive, And hearts that deceive, will ultimately strive. ©SaNam JaN

SaNam JaN

White Affair. Here's a poem: Secrets kept, and stolen glances shared, A hidden bond, that dare not speak. Forbidden love, or fleeting thrill, An affair unfolds, with hearts that chill. Whispers in the night, and stolen time, A love so strong, yet wrong in its prime. Temptation's fire, that burns so bright, Guides two hearts, through secret delight. But consequences loom, like shadows dark, And guilt's sharp sting, that leaves its mark. For love that's hidden, cannot truly thrive, And hearts that deceive, will ultimately strive. ©SaNam JaN

SaNam JaN