Your !ove Pulls Me
Third Place
Contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Had he ever truly come close to me? An ascetic appeared in the morning. As nonchalant, he left casually. My humble yearnings had expected something. Had he paid any furtive attention? Why had he come again at noon? By chance? He had not lifted his eyes, but just gone ! My eyes were too eager to greet his glance. Had he cherished shallow feelings for me? Why had he ventured to enter my room? Just to hold my hand, he did not feel free. My tingling passion was about to bloom. Had I lost my love? Had he come truly? How could I endure? I loved him dearly.
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