Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Love takes a lemon and makes lemonade


Love takes a lemon and makes lemonade
Love is a big old hurricane, it lifts and reveals.
Everything in everybody's grasp
Like a cannonball. It takes them skywards
Into the magic; then comes crashing down.

Love is a charade, you pray will never fade.

Love cuts through every courageous courage.
And cuts you down too your knees.
Like an arrow its point is to find your weakness
And there draw out a drop of hearts blood.
The taste of which, numbs on your tongue.

Love is a charade, you pray will never fade.

Love is a provocateur not for any amateur…
Love is a door into the unknown…
Eyes dilate and your pulse beats anew,
Asking who in the mirror is this dancing now.
Where have all the clouds gone.

…Oh and how did this all happen to me again?
Love is a big old hurricane, it lifts and reveals
Everything in everybody's grasp.
Like a cannonball. It takes them skywards
Into the magic; then comes crashing down.

Love takes a lemon and makes lemonade
Love isn't a charade, if, you just manage to find
A likewise lover which to share some shade.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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