My love,
You are my army
Our hearts are allies
You are my strength
My haven of tenderness
One soul we stand
You never left my hand
When tempest was blowing hard
You held me tight in your heart
Whenever I rest my head upon your shoulder
My heart feels secure, warmer
Our souls whisper love to each other
In a sacred, secret language: Senzar
Homeland is not a tangible place
It's the map between two hearts' embrace
And it's measured in heartbeats and deeds
And my homeland lies in your heart indeed
Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem