I loved you, love you and will always do
But love has its rules, its prerequisites
Immersed by your purity known by few
A new woman blooms in me, exquisite
Only for you was my heart created
A bounty of beatitude I feel
When I hear your dreams for us, elated,
O my soulmate, I'm back to my roots for real
My soul unveils one by one her white veils
As a child barefoot on green grass I am
Under heavenly sun where love prevails
In your heart I dwell, write my love poems
Love has one destination, one address:
Your soft heart, my home, full of tenderness
Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk
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