Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,131 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

If Beauty Could Let Her Love To Me - Poem by Mark Heathcote

If beauty could let' her love to me
Like the white buds on a magnolia tree
What a nature in my soul there would be
What a freedom in my breast for thee
Could I in truth set wing flung free.

If love were just an olive branch
What bodice of joy would there be
No chaste hearts lost romance
No heaven for a wondering, bee
Not for the likes my love for thee.

If beauty were plentiful in every cup
If every face wore a stars makeup
How miserable it all would seem;
How much like an empty dream
Clouds in their thunder would -ream.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 1, 2016

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