Masters We Are (Sonnet #85) Poem by Tina Rizk

Masters of our hearts we are, not of time
Love between us flows, grows, yet I don't know
When time will merge our path and make you mine
When fate will shout to us: Ready? Let's go!

Masters of our hearts we are, not the soul
Our soul belongs to God, our creator
Our hearts are homes, tenderness within walls
O soulmate, we share one home ever after

Masters of our destiny we are, not fate
In the hands of the Providence, fate lies
All matters of birth, death, karmic dues paid
Destiny is our choice, thoughts, things we like

But in life love remains the most supreme
And your love is my goal, my only dream

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk