A Secret Spy (Sonnet #234) Poem by Tina Baaklini

My pen seems to have fallen in love with you,
In wonder, he awaits what I'll write today.
My witty pen discerns my heart's fond hue,
'Poetry time? ' it whispers to me all day.

And poetry is my sacred ritual,
For I convey to your heart my longing,
While my soul waves to yours; a love mutual,
My pen happily witnesses our feelings.

I wonder what will happen if my pen
Writes me a poem between your fingers.
It will surely feel wandering in Eden,
As tenderness pours forth onto papers.

Between you and I there's a secret spy,
A trojan horse that within my heart lies.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk