Sonnet To Heather Poem by James Mullaney

Autumn in Niagara Falls, spring in Rome,
Hawaii, Amsterdam, Portugal, France -
yet more romantic still our happy home
should you consent to dance this spirit-dance.
What argument persuades like tender tears?
What logic can my deep affection prove?
If Heather lends them grace, my earthly years
will blessed be, by lithesomemost true love.
I see you as a delicate bouquet;
a garden where the lily petals fall.
Eschew the solemn spinster soubriquet
and de rigueur funereal banquet shawl.
But maybe I have over-gauged my worth,
and must abide in hopes beyond this earth.