My love,
I breathe your love and heart
As I breathe the breeze of March
Your tenderness sows and grows roses
In my heart that you pamper in overdoses
Your heart is my safe shelter
My paradise that embraces my blues
My moods and their changing weathers
I'm a flower, you're the morning dews
You know how to soothe my worries
And listen to my futile follies
As you listen to the voice of my silence
With love and patience
The road is open indeed
Let's follow the map of our soul
For the compass of the soul
Never fails, nor misleads
Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk
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