Between Your Tender Ribs Poem by Tina Baaklini

My love,

Sometimes I long to live in Plato's city
Where peace abounds, not adversity
Where love is found, not misery
Where kindness astounds, not scarcity

Life is but a mere journey
Alone we came, alone we go
Though life is not paradise
It's not hell either
Free will is sacred
Birth and death are fated
Destiny by us is painted

I made a deal with my heart
To fly over to you to dwell in your heart
For I found the heaven to which I belong
Between your tender ribs
Where I hear your heart's love songs

My grey sky turned to blue with you
In my life's darkest hour, you held me tight
You also helped me go back to God
You sacrificed so much for our love
I pray God to unite us on earth and above

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk