As A Tired, Exiled Soul (Sonnet #260) Poem by Tina Baaklini

As a tired, exiled soul going back home,
Thus I came into your heart to breathe love,
Without your heart's embrace this world is lone,
Towards your soul's deep connection I strove.

As a wanderer fleeing life's futile maze,
Longing for essence, yearning for sunlight,
A constellation of light I found in your gaze,
With tenderness your soul wrapped mine tight.

Nothing outweighs my place in your tender heart,
The world may crumble and fall into voidness,
Heart is the fortress where we'll hide, never to part,
When the soul encapsulates love, it's endless.

In one heart we dwell where true love is crowned.
To Mighty God our soul eternally belong.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk