Homes Are Not Of Bricks (Sonnet #138) Poem by Tina Rizk

Safe is the thought of finding our soulmate;
Magical it is to live it for real.
To be loved as we are is worth the wait;
It awakens the soul, blessed the heart feels.

Homes are not of bricks; in hearts they reside.
Tenderness stems not from words but feelings.
We all carry someone's heart and soul inside,
Someone with whom love is beyond reason.

O soulmate, I wish others to feel the same;
Words can't convey my bliss and gratitude.
My heart you tender with love and love again;
As a lotus, I blossom in beatitude.

Living this divine love, O sweet soulmate,
Makes us feel standing at heaven's gate.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk