A woman's power lies in her ability to create life. Life. An ability only possessed by God, given to women. A beautiful gift. She, too, possesses that ability. But she does not have to bear a child in her womb to give life, for she chose to open my eyes to the life on this Earth. She gave me life and meaning. She gave me a destination. She touched my heart and made it beat more clear.
Her touch was all it took for me to start living.
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PoesiaIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...