Twin Hearts (Sonnet #295) Poem by Tina Baaklini

We fail to treasure love till it departs,
One rose bestowed upon the living dear
Outweighs a thousand laid with heavy hearts
On graves adorned with lilies, white and clear.

Yet waste no time entreating thorns for scent,
Nor cast your seeds where barren deserts lie,
For love, when true, bestows without relent,
And blooms red roses in the heart thereby.

Thus, in your heart, beloved, love is vast;
A butterfly in awe, I roam with glee,
Over fields of roses, crimson, unsurpassed,
Whose joyful perfumes weave with sunlight free.

Amidst the throng, our hearts beat true as twins,
No wonder, I can feel you underneath my skin.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk