Pray It Lasts Forever Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, what joy is love?
Pray, it lasts forever.
Dreams, hand in glove
one without number

Oh, miracles gather
like a true best friend:
believe as a gambler-
in faith; hope godsend.

Oh, care for that love.
That one precious flower-
break this fall, fall of a dove
when crisp autumn's briar.

Oh' leaves laurel her heart
nestle her serenely golden
in a little meadow, impart
take tree root sunken.
The moonlights chill, depart.