A Lover's Vow To Spring - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Love, there's an ancient quarry where bluebells grow
Like sapphires in the melting snow,
Like quartz-clocks they tell the time is spring
If ‘ere you'd listen, you might just hear them ring
Like a mountain Elysian blue spring,
Oh darling do you hear an after-ring!
And if so take my own!
For now I have loved all our summers are postponed.
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