Don't Know How To Say It (Sonnet #82) Poem by Tina Rizk

Don't know how to say it, still fetching words
Why do I feel so? I should open my heart
My poems are clear, O this seems absurd!
Love is a precious gem, a piece of art.

And yet, sweet, honest words have tender arms
Flower seeds they are, the heart they adorn
Powerful as a spell, words heal or harm
Kind words lit the heart, harsh ones are like thorns.

You see, love, I care more for proof in deeds
Deeds are the pillars upon which love stands
Your love makes me feel special and complete
I'm your priority through all stances.

But you know dear that I love you, don't you?
Well, let me be more clear, I adore you ❤

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk