My love,
What's a year for love?
What's a year for a soul?
What's a moment for eternity?
A year? A year of us is never enough
Eternity is what I'm dreaming of
Something like 365000 days roughly
Where our paths are crossed endlessly
Our hearts resemble a red rose
Whose roots are deeply entwined
It grows in the sacred garden of the Divine
Where the sun forever shines
No two hearts are identical
Except those of real soulmates
As yours and mine, O my tender lover
Thus our hearts are moulded for one another
Just like two matching pieces of a puzzle
Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem