Miniature Of The Universe (Sonnet #116) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Love is given for no other reason
Than pure love. It's aim is not to take
It gives out of care, and knows no treason.
True love grows, doesn't break; it's real, not fake.

The meaning of love encompasses the soul
Creation is the fruit of divine love
Without your love, I have nothing at all
You water my heart more than I dream of.

We are a miniature of the universe
In the depth of our inner seas, lies a treasure
By the power of love we are immersed
For love is blessed by the sky beyond measure.

O soulmate, not only love you taught me
You also sowed it in my heart eternally.

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