I'd Pluck The Stars For Flowers Poem by Mark Heathcote

If I could bathe in dew with you
capture a snowdrop longingly
descending on or amid our two
pursed pressed lips, turning blue.

If I could, I'd freeze this time
for all our immortality,
and I'd love you only
I'd adore the wintertime.

Those bewitching shivers on your breath
I'd pluck the stars for flowers
I'd weave them like a moonbeams thread
in silken ribbons silver for you.

I'd keep these memories
till the world and all its miseries,
were once and finally all dead
if I could, only love you.