Thank You (Sonnet # 167) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Our sweet story started late, very late
It happened suddenly, out of the blue
I wonder was it destiny or fate
That I became so much attached to you.

We're tied by a bond of a different kind
You have power over all my senses
Your words touch my core and conquer my mind
They infuse my soul as brooks cross fences.

Despite all that, you've never been my muse
And I never confessed to you my love.
You're the scented red rose watered by dews
That I pick, wrap and give to my sweet love.

You're the alphabets I use in beauty.
Through you my heart breathes. Thank you, poetry.

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