One Billion Poems (Sonnet #117) Poem by Tina Baaklini

To my dearest readers, I must confess
About the love I portray with my words,
And my soulmate and his tenderness,
And this sublime love that fills my world.

He's not Romeo, nor am I Juliet;
Sometimes, I try to paint a clear picture,
But my accuracy may be inaccurate;
Yet, we are soulmates destined forever.

Truth I now confess: he abounds in love,
He's my spring, my life, my soul, my breath.
One billion poems of him won't be enough
To express our bond that transcends death.

O love, as long as blood in my veins strides,
The sweetest poems of you my heart will scribe.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk