With You (Sonnet #189) Poem by Tina Baaklini

With you I forgot what is it to dream
And no more do I seek to find true love
With you I seek not the rush of extreme
Your soul waters mine with dews from above.

With you I count not the days nor the hours
And I do lose the sense of time each time
You hold my hand or give me a flower
My heart still can't believe that you're mine.

With you I run green fields as a small kid
I count faraway stars and speak to them
Your soul is a fire, my soul you lit
You're my desire, my breath and anthem.

With you, for you and to you I must say
I will love you till the end of my days.

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