A Crocus With A Pot Of Gold For A Heart Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, you're like a crocus with a pot of gold for a heart
Oh, you're like a diesel train noisy and dirty
Lord, how I love you.
Lord, how I love her.
Oh, you're like a newborn baby when you yawn.
Oh, you're like an alligator as soon I step through the door.
Lord, how I love her even when she's angry at me
Lord, how I love her come dusk or dawn
Oh, she's like granite with a larva stream.
Oh, she's like cookie dough cooked long and slow.
Lord, like a tree I don't know which way to sway or fall.
Lord, I just-know-I've no roots without this woman by-my-side.
Ah, she's the one for me.
Ah, she's been heaven-sent.
Oh, you're like a crocus with a pot of gold for a heart.
Oh, you're like a diesel train noisy and dirty.
Lord, how I love you.
Lord, how I love her.
She's as sinful as the truth.
Abiding devotion and loyalty; "she could be called Ruth."
Ah, she's the one for me.
Ah, she's been heaven-sent that's the truth.