My Ever-Fixed Beacon (Sonnet # 168) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Does the wind carry to you my longing?
Do you hear me whispering your name all days?
Your love feeds my soul, for us I'm living,
For our sole soulful dreams weaved from sunrays.

What a bliss to have my heart within yours
Pampered, cherished, loved; a deep, divine love.
Your love heals my heart and soul, you're the cure,
Tenderness you pour to ease my times rough.

Your tender soul is my ever-fixed beacon.
You care and guide with devotion and delight.
Pure is your love, pure and without reason,
My soul you love, we're destined to unite.

Some souls are as spring, with them we flourish,
O sweet love, my heart and soul you embellish.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk