Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 6,059 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Hereinabove I Give My Word To Love - Poem by Mark Heathcote

You can't rule my heart with a kiss
Even with a thing of near bliss,
Its tokens shall go, slightly amiss.

Sees I cannot vouch for my desires.
They're like bees amid the pyres
They're not wickets for umpires.

They're not governed or fixed:
In the suns/moonlight admixed…
These choices, they've not been prefixed.

Although I can't; avow my love
It's from; hereon - hereinabove
I believe now on I shall hereof.


Comments about Hereinabove I Give My Word To Love by Mark Heathcote

  • Gold Star - 16,120 Points Mandolyn ... (7/20/2014 10:38:00 AM)

    it's so 18th century-ish! here here! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 20, 2014


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