But For You Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

But for you, I wouldn't have a friend.
But for you, I'd live in a rock pool.
But for you, I'd drift like the wind.
But for you, I'd sleep with Satan.
But for you, I'd be smitten with losers.
But I'm a winner because I love you.

Oh, and somehow you love me too.
With a rose-blush smile;
On a bloodied thorn, I tremble like a bee.
Torn between sinking ever deeper
Or flying free, never to just-
Die and smoulder in flames of desire.

But for your grace in adversity, I'd be mislaid.
But for your good heart, I'd be dead.
But for your gentle soul, I'd be lost.
But for your empathy, I wouldn't care to be loved.
But for your endless bounty, I'd be poor.
But for all this and more, I shall be endlessly grateful.