Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 29,523 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Bitter Sweet Dew - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, bitter sweet dew
On a morning: divine.
How I came to love you
And make you mine.

Still, is a mystery?
But it left my hearts resigns
Overcharged, and at misery
So, I drank dry the distillery

And readily wrote rhymes
A lot more than just, sometimes
So, you see, that’s why,
True love - we polarize.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2015

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