It's Not My Hand, It's My Heart And Soul (Sonnet #38) Poem by Tina Baaklini

My heart, my soul and my all adore you
When fell the curtain and went the throng
You took my hand, we walked the path, dark, blue
With me you tenderly were all along

Miles we tread, and you never left my hand
My strength you were when I was feeling frail
Through stormy, muddy road, with me you stand
You taught me that love, as rock, never fails

Hand in hand we stroll today on green grass
The sky is blue, spring blossoms in our hearts
The air we breathe is full of tenderness
Because of you we head to a new start

Yet it's not my hand, it's my heart and soul
Through my hand, you were embracing my whole

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