Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 37,907 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Joy - Poem by Mark Heathcote

When you sing soprano
And my hand is empty
And my heart is hollow
Your love is a royal flush

When I'm sick of playing
Wild-cards, I look at you
And I blush, portraying
A man once again in love

When you play the piano
The world goes into silent
Mode a hushed, concerto
That fills my soul with joy.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 9, 2017

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 17, 2019

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