Cause She Is Your Last Grassy Knoll - Poem by Mark Heathcote
You might be thinking this is pretence
That her two eyes are like rose petal gates
With a white picket fence
They’ll be asking you to fly to your fate
Cause she is like that last grassy knoll for you!
Cause she is your one true mate.
You might be thinking this is droll…
Her cat eyes they’ll not glaze over me
But oh soon you’ll be pinching your soul
And dancing in the clover of her heart
Saying girl do your worst
I’m ready to burst from my chest.
Oh she’s only one of destinies many blueprints
You can make a smudge, watch her tears
But deep down inside you’ll know
She is your grassy knoll…
That her eyes with their two rose petal gates
They’re open for you with no pretence
That this is your garden your white picket fence
Oh you might be thinking this is droll…
But search your heart and pinch your soul
Cause she is your one true mate
Cause she is your last grassy knoll.
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