Sacred Our Love Is, Fated From Above (Sonnet #24) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Sacred our love is, fated from above
To the soul true love pertains — and remains
Ask me not what means to me your great love
My life and world it is— my soul's fountain

With you my heart speaks — not I — I listen
I listen to the longing, the whispers
To the passionate letters and poems
To the promises, the vows so tender

Yes, we both listen and weave merry dreams
Merry as each moment I live with thee
Merry as buds bloom under the sun's beam
While birds wed, build their nests on chestnut trees

Oh, after a long walk in the desert
Our souls, hearts, eyes and arms finally met

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