Children Of The Universe (Sonnet # 303) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Daisy buds crave water and light to grow,
My heart depends on your love to exist.
Rivers and brooks require rainfall to flow,
My soul must have your tenderness to persist.

Sometimes, a flower blooms in the desert,
Giving life to this barren and drought land.
My heart, once lone, was vacant and inert,
'Tis Xanadu now since you held my hand.

I gaze at the horizon of your sweet eyes
And see us, children of the universe,
Swaying among the stars, drifting to paradise
At sunset, on the shore we sit to write verse.

So if you ask what stirs my soul the most,
It's you—my bloom, my verse, my heart's proud boast.

Copyright © Tina Baaklini