An Hour Of Eternity Poem by Mark Heathcote

She gave no negative charge or effects
only happy exchanges with me.
But sometimes she would fall, like misty
teardrops on my soul and trickled into my heart,
it's then she rose and took fire in my mind.
And I would wish away all my time
to spend an hour of eternity with her
and her alone, sure, there would be dark days
and nights, but mostly it would be mostly
starlight and sunlight all our days and nights,
watching how she glows. Love was like
an effervescent rose that never lost any lustre or hue
and never-faded-ever. Oh, my heart needs gravity
it needs the ground and a straight road ahead.
It needs you. I don't mean to be subservient,
but I've no choice but to follow my sun, my love.