So-Much-So Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love, you're-like-lithium in my head
love, you're-an-opiate to my heart
and a dawn swan entering my soul
and I'm sure if you leave me
I'm better off dead than alone.

Lover, you've got my handle
take-me-to heavens dandelion meadows
I do not need any analgesic
or any antihistamines medicine
and no denizen army
can say you aren't mine.

You know it isn't easy walking around with a smile
but with you, everywhere smells of sweet chamomile
so-much-so
I should call you Anthemis Nobilis
because not only are you noble
but with beauty, you are blessed.