I Won't Ask To See More Poem by Mark Heathcote

Disrobe; drop those rose petals to the ground
I won't ask to see more
Then a rose hip bursting with magnified seed
I won't ask for more
Because my heart forswore not even
In a future time, shall a winter impede?

Not even if adversities and calamities
Shake, bring down a naked tree
Lightening chard, I'll hold out my arms for thee
Plant my roots; forget all seasonal maladies.
Live my life every day in spring,
And flower for only you.