Blissful Beauty, Personified - Poem by Mark Heathcote
I thought I heard your heart beating
Like a hummingbird, tell me
My love was I wrong, listening...
Was I wrong in melting like ghee?
For honey, your flower puts aside
For one just as, voracious as me.
Paradise can't be quantified...
Like flowers visited by a bee.
True love is an amber-locket:
That preserves its contents always
Like, love written in a sonnet....
Your heart beats in pianofortes.
Trembles as newly lighted dew
How could anybody know I'd?
Fall so deep and so fast for you
Blissful beauty, personified
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