Without True Love (Sonnet #154) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Without true love, life becomes a bad dream,
True love lit and awakens the soul
As a lotus flower blooms under the beam
As gratitude abounds in hearts in Fall.

When real love lacks, our days feel as bitter cakes,
As grey sunsets hues, as dawns with no dews.
Deep love grows in honest hearts, not fake,
Love is a sacred union known by few.

I breathed the scent of love with you, O soulmate,
We weaved our dreams from the sun you and I,
In the blue sea of endless love we sailed
To faraway horizons; in our souls we dived.

Magnificent is love; when our souls matched
I felt alive as an egg that just hatched!

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk