The More I Grow (Sonnet #72) Poem by Tina Rizk

The more I grow the more life seems trivial
I tend to let go life's futilities
With myself I've become more convivial
Content each day with its felicity

The more I grow the more I cherish you
I found how we belong to the same soul
Your love is candid, devoted, pure as dew
A divine love to which I give my all

Your love fills me with all I ever need
You tender my heart as though it's your own
What a wonderful friend you are indeed
With you in my heart, I'm never alone

Over the years I've turned as an Autumn tree
All fell as dry leaves except you and me

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