Bitter Sweet Dew Poem by Mark Heathcote

Bitter Sweet Dew



Oh, bitter sweet dew
On a morning: divine.
How I came to love you
And make you mine.

Still, is a mystery?
But it left my hearts resigns
Overcharged, and at misery
So, I drank dry the distillery

And readily wrote rhymes
A lot more than just, sometimes
So, you see, that’s why,
True love - we polarize.

Monday, September 14, 2015
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