Cooing Ever So Princely Poem by Mark Heathcote

Through narrow rocks, I'll climb to the summit
to gaze down from the mountain-top
there holding your hand reanimate
walking on air; my heart will throb.

Like a bird that's flown to the highest peak
I shall sing my love's sweetest song.
There wing on wing, where the airs mystique
fills our lungs, I shall live lifelong.

There amongst heady clouds, quite dizzy,
I'll coo on-nest, plump-out my breast:
a robin cooing ever so princely,
forgetting sedentary ways with his guest.