Flowers And Houseboats Poem by Mark Heathcote

Egos they'll grow like daisies in the corn
But if your love be pure, true-in-its throws
The bonds we make won't be careworn
If our love, opens grows into a rose
All our nemeses will perish run in fear
There'll be corn circles in our heart, but
Don't be too forlorn your heart won't sear
There'll still be a rose in that desert scrub.
It'll open a vein of gold rooted in love
That runs so deep through the core of your soul
Eternity rubs its eyes and gulps
To see such riches untold, quadruple.
But lovers forget and leave their outposts
Drift apart like separate houseboats.