Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Binary butterflies


Love without the pain
What would be the gain?
What would be the point?
Should life never disappoint?

Not even once in awhile...
Should we not all be more?
Entrepreneurial and versatile
After all many people abhor

Themselves to the core
Put themselves in that lower
Quadrant bottom drawer
Love may have non rapport

But still isn't it worthwhile
That beguiling quarter smile
Feeling your hearts commotion
Fluttering true loves emotion

Isn't it the sum of all these parts?
That shines in our hearts
Like binary butterflies
Like E-M Waves
Isn't this a reason for sweethearts?
To fly together never to devise
In those ill begotten, goodbyes.

Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012

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