Who Shares Your Heart By None? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love and lovers
are endlessly at war
their battling is endless
With carefully placed, trenches.
And landmines to maim!
or else calling for an end, a truce,
a cease-fire or total
out; and out surrender.
'It says love be my prisoner
my cage and my pastor
love take this here gruel—
and show no' disobedience.
To your lover's rule of thumb,
add your virtuous love,
virtue needs valour
to pump its blood
but discretion is the better part of valour
shown in equal force by one
who shares your heart bar none?