I Had Closed Every Door Of My Heart,



I had closed every door of my heart,
Forbidding myself to love again.
I told myself love was no longer for me.

And then… you came into my life —
Like the first light of a new dawn.
At first, I did not allow myself to feel,
But your kindness, your care, your love
Slowly melted the walls around my heart.

You made me believe in love again.
And now, I love you with the deepest part of my soul.
You are the moon of my life,
Guiding me through my nights,
And filling my world with light.

                                      KULSOOM AFZAL

Location: Karachi, Pakistan

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