Fate's Precious Gift (Sonnet #98) Poem by Tina Baaklini

When I feel at my lowest, you raise me
You love me in all my states; what a bliss!
Deep, mature is your love, so soulfully
Your soft and tender voice, oh, how I miss!

With you, my heart opens wide all its doors
To speak, vent out, pour out all that it feels
We're soulmates, best friends, lovers, and more
With you, sweet love, my soul knows it's for real.

And I can't conceal how I feel for you
My subtle bodies reveal what I think
They convey with zeal how much I love you,
How you stole my heart, the joy your love brings.

Thus, when I think of your love, sweet soulmate,
Grateful I feel for such a precious gift from fate.

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