The Pilgrimage Path Of Endless Love Poem by Tina Baaklini

My love,

The map of my heart
Is drawn by fate in the lines of your hands
Only you have the secret, sacred key
That opens my soul's gate

You love me as I am, not for any interest
I dwell in your heart as a queen, not a guest
In the sea of your tenderness I swim then rest
In a tree house, our tender nest

Our hearts speak the same language
Not in words, nor in feelings but in heartbeats
My heart beats in yours, as yours in mine
You read my deep silence, I taste your love divine

Our souls finally found each other
We walk hand in hand together
On the pilgrimage path of endless love
And so we shall be in heaven above

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk