Heaven's Whispers Call (Sonnet #300) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Entwined, our hands shall cross through time's vast sea,
Our souls shall soar where heaven's whispers call,
Your precious heart shall blend in bliss with me,
And I shall sing of love that conquers all.

Endless, our tale in fate's own book is penned,
Each word engraved as endless ages flow,
For love's great might no force can dare transcend,
As Shakespeare and the wisest sages know.

So pure your love, divine in tender grace,
You redefine what soulmates ought to be,
Love bends through time and shapes the stars in place,
No fate holds greater gift than you to me.

If love moves mountains, yours moves worlds untold,
In rhymes, my muse, my heart to you unfolds.

Copyright © Tina Baaklini