From the Heart

I felt her presence amidst the silence of the night.
I heard her sweet gentle voice amidst all the chaotic noise.
She was inches away from me: I could feel it.

For a second, I stopped in awe.
Then I couldn't control myself.
I can't stop it.
My movement was untamed;
insurgent and uncontrollable,
I can't stop pumping.
I was going to burst into pieces;
Until, I felt that gentle touch.
The touch which eased the anxiety in me.

As time passed by,
The bond between us grew stronger;
sweeter, and deeper.
From then, I knew;
she was my purpose...
my reason...
my love...


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The night has come again---
The night I've been waiting for,
The night where I will fully offer myself.
She was standing there---
waiting...
Waiting for me to save her.

She touched my master's hand.
Her touch was not the same.
Then slowly and slowly,
Her hand slipped away.
Her lips were saying something.
I listened carefully...
But what i heard was a silent goodbye.

Again, I stopped;
but not in awe,
but of sadness.
Then I wondered:
How could her gentle hands;
possibly ripped me apart;
into a billion pieces?

I wanted to cry,
but I couldn't.
All I could do is bleed.
Bleed like there is no end.
I was paralyzed by the pain she inflicted on me.
Then I took a big last breath;
And slowly by slowly,
I stopped myself;
from beating, forever...