Poetry
Berlin.
Kash Baloch·February 23, 2009·Original
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I have surrendered myself to your sweet embrace. Your touches, and kisses cannot be replaced. I have seen our bright future, just from looking at your face. You have been my saving grace. I was so stubborn, refused to take the less travelled road. I assumed it would not hold me, that it would implode. But once I realized the beauty that God had bestowed. The rivers that connect us once again flowed. I see through new eyes, like a newborn child. My dreams before you were unambitious and mild. But with your guidance, I have undressed; my loneliness no longer expressed. I live a new life, full of satisfaction and joy. It is hard to believe that I am the same boy. The one who had built impenetrable walls. But like in Berlin, all walls must fall. I have been enchanted, like a fairy tale wood. I will withhold my promise, because you have always understood. The fury, the pain, agony and sorrow - that have aligned my smile and will continue to, tomorrow. I am victorious over my past; I have won the perpetual battle that I believed would always last. The light has returned to my bleak and dreary eyes; I now realize that you are my prize. And why have I been granted this reward? Have I managed to separate stone and sword? I give you my word that I will be all that you want. No more insipid child's games, the end of nonchalance.

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