Acts Of Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

If you observe acts of love
They don't begin with me I
Or my loves a sacrifice, love
It's about giving, whereby-
You give yourself unto others
Payment deferred no expectation
Reward required we are brothers
You're my sister, my salvation
Let me help lessen your burden
I'll do all this for you because
It fills my heart, let this serfdom
Be my recompense my cross
Like the forge for high tensile steel
It will strengthen our inner faith
It will fortify us and heal
This life's, unfulfilled-malaise
If you observe acts of love
They don't begin with me I
Or my, love is a privilege, love
Ah, how we all transmogrify.
Find our hearts, find our own, wings
Learn how to become butterflies
Are we not our own best engineers?
Come, brothers, be the brother, I summarised.