Cornflower Blue Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love, here a bluebird with florets fanned
a cornflower I now place in your hand
has on a dove's undercarriage, on-wing
has on-colour; I shall no longer sing.
My heart love is yours; it always has been,
since the weeds of the cornfield gently green
through amber and gold, then white and yellow
wearing mine blue to be your playfellow
a bluebird - it's a bachelor's Button
rubbing shoulder blades with elves or globin
mimicking tears, never satisfying
I guess something needn't needs no certifying.
My heart love is yours; it always-has-been
I'm akin to those rose-pink hues of your skin.