❤️💔 Dear Thief, I know not which way to turn. A nun ~ vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience mixed with woven in the cloth ~ man of the cloth and my mind goes to The Thorn Birds. Forbidden love. Elusive energy ~ considering we are all energy and many do not understand the subtlety, it’s dangerous, the pull of illusion ( or our hurt inner child). ///Sooooo many layers and you top it off with a broken Etta James, I’d Rather Go Blind than to see love walk away. /// What also rises up in this poem is a hint of Madonna-whore complex. /// With love, there are many layers ….. pure love (nun) is a siren song for the one who wishes to conquer another. W-O-W, I’m sure there’s more to this mystery. Loved it ❤️