Not Being Worthy Of You Poem by Mark Heathcote

On an afternoon amorously, stolen
In a youthful moment, I watched you at play,
Swinging on a willow bough like a poem
I lassoed with a stolen rope, yesterday.

Oh how I watched like a stowaway - just you
In awe and wonder those white pleats of your dress
Strewn sideways made my heart race my blood imbue
With those heavens, sunlit beauties acquiesce.

As you danced a ballet, walked on air
Spun a spinning dervish in love with the world
I cherished them few stowaway, moments, there
But with that new insight into your; heart, world.

Miserly dark myself I turned that day dark…
When in mid-sentence you said you loved me too
Someone striking as you left me agog
Afraid was I of not being worthy of you.