Let Me Dance In The Gutters Of Your Heart Poem by Mark Heathcote

Let me dance in the gutters of your heart.
Even when it truly does go dark
That is how much I worship you.
That is how much I love you.
That is how much I care.

Let me dance like a child beneath a rainbow's arc.
Or dance like it's the morning of Christmas Eve.
The world can be so ridiculously disappointing.
And I am at times, darling, driven to despair.

Dear heart, let me grow summer flowers for your vase.
Let me bring smiles, not tears, to your sullen face.
And if you do not love me quite equally the same
Let me pretend all is not yet in vain.

The shadows on the wall say it's all over.
Now the whisky bottle is empty and has had its nightly bender.
Darling, do say you love me.
Do say you will always remember
There were better days;
They weren't always a dark oppressive hereafter.