As Your Lost Rib (Sonnet #122) Poem by Tina Baaklini

True love enters the heart without a sound,
For hearts recognise each other through vibes.
Mediocrity in real life may abound,
But when it comes to love, purity abides.

It's not a matter of coincidence
When all of a sudden two soulmates meet.
Oh, no! It's a gift from the Providence
When twin hearts reunite, sharing one heartbeat.

Two real soulmates can never be strangers.
How can my heart forget such divine love?
You love me as your lost rib, so tender.
To the seventh sky we'll soar, as two white doves.

Lost I was till I found you and settled down.
We'll forever sway as two enamoured swans.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk