When Your Soul Touched Mine (Sonnet #133) Poem by Tina Baaklini

When your soul touched mine
(Sonnet #133)

Should I ever fall in despair, you care;
Should I ever feel I had enough, you love.
Your devotion and support make me glare;
Your love, sweet love, is more than I dreamed of.

My heart I give you with its wounds and cracks.
Tender is your hand when my heart you touch;
Flowers in it you grew, roses and lilacs.
To the shore, let's go and sit in the night's hush.

I wish we met before, yet it's not too late.
In my heart you dwell, by fate and destiny.
Each day I love you more, O sweet soulmate.
Each day I'll choose you till eternity.

I was once lost in the midst of time,
But magic started when your soul touched mine.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk