Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 23,617 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Arctic, Hands - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Arctic, hands don't make me shiver, don't make me - cold
You're not the North Pole, sweet heart, look at me.
Sweet heart, you're not the snow queen of my heart
My hands are warm; let me help you to live.
Arctic, hands don't make me shiver, after the storm,
Send me a warm winter's wink.
Sweet heart, you're not the snow queen of my heart
I must be going snow blind…
But I can still carry you home.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 11, 2017


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