Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,053 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

1. You're not middle aged yet you think? 10/17/2012
2. Your Love Is Like A Pinnacle 10/1/2012
3. Your love 8/21/2014
4. Your life is on a throne 6/22/2012
5. Your kisses inflame my thoughts 10/18/2014
6. Your kiss 10/24/2012
7. Your Fruit Be Your Pastor 3/22/2014
8. Your body is water 7/30/2014
9. You'd taken control 10/3/2014
10. You were only a sheep in wolf's clothing 7/14/2014
11. You reap what you sow… 4/3/2014
12. You read my thoughts 4/3/2014
13. You nailed me 2/16/2012
14. You Must Learn To Love It 7/22/2013
15. You haven't lost your touch! 11/30/2014
16. You have to kill me 1/18/2015
17. You can walk… 12/18/2013
18. You Are Our Cradle In The Water 4/13/2014
19. Yin & Yang 10/26/2014
20. Yellow bomb 1/4/2015

The bride

Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure!
Inured with witchcraft; heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding-dress like haute-couture
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior!

Poised like a vision, sumptuously, dressed and veiled.
She; supernatural swan like sailed…
Stunningly, intoxicating; like a little creature divine!
She takes up her grooms arm whispers thou, shall be mine.

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