A Diamond Gemstone (Sonnet #288) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Some memories are a spring breath to the soul,
They lift up the spirit, enchant the heart,
And others we wish to erase them all,
Inner cleansing makes room for a fresh start.

Life is short to carry weight of no use,
Merciful is God, merciful we must
Be with ourself too; self-love is a muse,
She guides us to rise despite rubbles and dust.

But your memories shine bright as sunlight,
Preciously cherished, then, now and evermore,
One language our souls speak: Love Is Might,
Your tenderness outweighs accrued scores.

O soulmate, your love is still a diamond gemstone,
O how blessed am I to have your heart my home.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk