His Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

God, he would catch a hornet on the wing
relish infinite beauty, not its sting
'Should I love you, well that's not a question
he would entertain at any junction'.

He can see the pain behind the smile, (Tina Louise, words)
knows if we stay strong, it will be worthwhile
Sees we are weak when we cry out vengeance in his name
forgives us when we look to him for blame

So, we're fickle, faults plenty - but love
my love is anything but parental love.
I'm coarse, overbearing, like a father
but that's because my star sign is cancer.

As humans, we are so very weak (Tina Louise, words)
pleasures of the flesh we seem to seek
Lovers of ourselves we can't help but destroy
yet our souls cry out for peace love and joy

A Herculean task we lovers share
he's like Samson shorn; reds her auburn hair
The phoenix of Joan of Arc - she's reborn
Fights whatever injustice love finds forlorn.



In calibration with Tina Louise my friend on The Starlite Cafe
as part of a challenge