Engraved Deep (Sonnet #247) Poem by Tina Baaklini

The language of love is spoken deep,
Love is not sweet and passionate words,
What touches the well of the heart are deeds,
Caring, gentle deeds reflect what we deserve.

Unlike words, deeds are engraved deep within,
Red roses sown in hearts never die at all,
Tenderness turns them to heavenly gardens,
Their fragrance flies high to enchant the soul.

O love, you devotedly care for me,
You tender, soothe, wipe tears, draw smiles, skies,
You're my godsend sweet soulmate endlessly,
How I love you! I see my future in your eyes.

You're the life within life, my beyond dreams,
Your soul lights up my soul with white gleams.

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