Drunk With Love Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

If I covertly look into your eyes
I see before me my destiny. Clearly
See both my hands resting on your warm thighs.
See our two lips kissing feverishly.
Believe me, our fortunes are intertwined.
If I look unwaveringly at you
I know our stars are forever aligned.
So just for tonight, I bid you adieu.
But I might come back only to go blind.
And take what I know inside to be mine.
There isn't a soul who hasn't been maligned.
But you're my one and only Valentine.
I wouldn't permit one bad, sullied word.
Even if I, myself, right now, sound slurred.