Cooing Ever So Princely - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Through narrow rocks I'll climb to the summit
To gaze down from the mountain-top
And there holding your hand reanimate
Walking on air, my heart will throb.
Like a bird that's flown to the highest peak...
I shall sing my loves sweetest song!
And there wing on wing, where the airs mystique
Fills our lungs, I shall live lifelong.
There amongst heady clouds, quiet dizzy,
I'll coo on nest, plump-out my breast:
A robin cooing ever so princely,
Forgetting... sedentary ways with his guest.
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