Forbidden Love

He snuck by the overseers stealthily, 
Well aware of the eminent danger.
But he just had to see and hold her,
Love and passion his driving force.
He would have gone through hell for her.
She was waiting, in eager anticipation,
She needed to feel his strong arms.
His presence gave her reassurance,
That the days could be bearable. 
Their passion enabled them to survive, 
Indignities and cruel whips failed to cool passion.
Each rendezvous brought untold joy,
Their love blossomed for an year.
Till he was sold to another plantation, 
And all that remained, the child in her.

Pontiak

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