But For You Poem by Mark Heathcote

But for you, I wouldn't have a friend
But for you, I'd live in a rock-pool
But for you, I'd drift like the wind
But for you, I'd sleep with Satan
But for you, I'd be smitten with losers
But I'm a winner because I love you.

Oh, and somehow you, love me too
With a rose blush smile;
On blooded thorn, I tremble like a bee
Torn between sinking ever deeper
Or flying free, never to just-
Die and smoulder in flames of desire.

But for your grace in adversity, I'd be mislaid
But for your, good heart I'd be dead
But for your gentle soul, I'd be lost
But for your empathy, I wouldn't care to be loved
But for your endless bounty, I'd be poor
But for all this and more, I shall be endlessly grateful.

Oh, I'm a winner, because I love you.

Oh, and somehow you, love me too
With a rose blush smile;
On blooded thorn, I tremble like a bee
Torn between sinking ever deeper
Or flying free, never just to
Die and smoulder in flames of desire.

But all I do is call your flames higher
Higher, higher till were doused in sweat and dew.
Because somehow you, love me too,
The flames play catch, and you fall in my lap,
An angel a cinder of my dreams,
A snowstorm in my mind—endlessly, grateful

You froze the rage in me, made a lover;
A faithful-fearless-friend in me.