Gentle Touch — Abnish Singh Chauhan

When you embrace me,
my stored ego melts,
like an iceberg
yielding
to the sun’s warm touch.

When you kiss me,
my unbending stress unwinds,
like winter
conceding
to the soft caress of spring.

Is it the quiet surrender
of one heart to another,
flowing with golden love,
or simply
the magic of your presence?

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