Life's A Kissing Flower - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Life's a kissing flower.It's truly stout of heart
like a snowdrop, nodding whatever the hour.
It may be somewhat wavy, requiring a flowchart;
it may be undisciplined, egotistical in principle.
It may be has a black satin heart, wanton as a tulip.
But these bees have many choices many disciples.
Love's a kissing flower. Is, it not rude Narcissus?
Echo, was just one of many wandering stars —
that nestled just briefly, encapsulated —
Love endeared her before she, in turn, turned to stone.
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