Whenever I Look Around Poem by Tina Baaklini

My sweet love,

Our love is not influenced by the stars
Nor dependent upon Venus or Mars
Our love is not a recent love story
It's older than written history

Whenever I look around
I see your tender hand
I need not utter a sound
My silence you understand

A thin thread ties our hearts
When I sow a flower in your tender heart
I see it blooming in mine
We live in fusion, entwined

You flower my heart with your tenderness
We heavenly float in the sea of felicity
Your love floods my heart with happiness
With you, I move on with my life blissfully

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