A Gift So Divine (Sonnet #238) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Love is not what I thought it to be
Love is what your heart keeps pouring in mine
Love is a soulful note played tenderly
Between two souls who long to intertwine.

Love is not what I ever dreamed of
Love is your care, your heart beyond my schemes
Love is your tenderness when tides get tough
Love is your soul shining with its warm gleam.

If love were a person, it would be you—
Your affection, your words, your devotion,
Your compassion, your patience, your virtue,
Love reflects through your stance and emotion.

True love is rare, a gift so divine,
Together we sip it: ambrosial wine.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk