Love Is An Extended Metaphor (Sonnet # 290) Poem by Tina Baaklini

I love the sun, yet love the moon even more,
For it lit my path when in darkness I walked,
Love is like an extended metaphor,
It continues through the years, solid as rocks.

When we mature the glimmer of words fades,
Our insight awakens, so does wisdom,
We know our worth, the people, the true, the fake,
Our heart cleanses itself as trees in Autumn.

Yet true love clings still to the withering tree
Which turned to skeleton with just one leaf;
Blessed is my heart to have you by me,
Blessed am I that you're my soulmate, I'm your Eve.

With you sweet Love, in love, life and God I believe,
Smooth are the days when through your love, they're weaved.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk