Mere Visitors We Are (Sonnet #262) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Mere visitors we are on planet earth,
Life after life we return till we learn,
We're but souls destined to soar high as birds,
While in our hearts a divine flame burns.

The real journey has always been inward,
In knowledge, growth, self-love wealth resides,
Listen to your heart, not to others' words,
Masked are all, let your soul be your guide.

As I write these lines, I think of you, O soulmate,
Blessed be your tender heart for all its sacrifices,
For our endless love I'll give whatever it takes,
True love is a daily choice, never left to dice.

From your heart's garland you made me a wreath,
It showers my soul with divine bliss and peace.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk