The Day I Found My Four Leaf Clover Poem by Mark Heathcote

The day we met I found my four leaf clover
And my new love could it be moreover.

The separate pieces of lives
They somehow fit together.
And my heartbeat light as a feather.

Every pulse in my body revives
As though, I were a bubbling spring
Fed by prairies taken under the wing
Of a bloom; without, motives.


Revised …

When I found my four-leaf clover
Love I couldn’t more find moreover.

Separate pieces of lives
that somehow fit so together
my heartbeat light as a feather.

Every pulse my body revives
as though I were a bubbling spring
Fed by taken under the wing
of a flower; without, motives.