Do I Love You For Your Final Beauty? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Do I love you for your final beauty?
When your fiery throat opens wide
And it is a boundless dive

Do I love you for your final beauty?
As I flowers and opens its hem
And lays a path across the stars.

And I ask where I begin.
And where do I belong?
What has taken me so long?

To be rocked to my core, my roots
And go insane blossoming.
Again and again.

Do I love you for your final beauty?
For your infinite beauty
That hasn't a word of praise left unsaid.

Do I love you for your final beauty?
I call my future
And admire from a distance.

Knowing I must follow.
Enter the unknown like an arrow
Rippling - leaving the shadow of the crow.