In the Eyes of Jacob
He was someone I couldn't know.
Though this longing, as you could say, drew me in, until I was engulfed in his very being.
He was someone I couldn't love nor touch.
If our lips were to touch, it would be taboo.
He was a slave.
Enslaved to my father, and must do as he please.
Cotton grew from our fields, pure and fluffed.
Countless hours in the scorching heat surrounding the air, beating down on the backs of many.
My heart fluttered with fear, excitement, and love.
Why would a risk, such as this, a forbidden affection, cause this hole in my heart?
He was nothing to many.
But everything to me.
He was my Jacob.
And I was his Caroline.
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