Lord Knows What You've Done To Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

Look, nothing you touch is ever quite the same.
Lord knows what you've done to me.
I used to be feral and as free as could be.
But now I'm just like a puppy dog.
If she looks once at me
It fills my heart with glee.

Lord knows what's happening to me.
Look, nothing you touch is ever quite the same.
Lord knows what you've done to me.
I used to be carefree, as carefree as can be.
But now I'm hurt if I don't hear a word.
If I don't hear you singing my name without blame.

Look, nothing she touches is ever quite the same.
And I feel like I've been born many times.
And many times, buried dead.
Clutching my heart, I do think.
Wishing I was never born.
But by the morn, I was crowing like a rooster.

Singing her praises, asking her to wear my ring
Lord knows what's happening right now.
But I'm howling at the moon, wanting only to sing.
Sing her name like a stream rolling onto the dawn.
Dreaming in the summer, we'll run through corn.
A million miles away from hardship and all that's normal.

Lord knows what's happening to me.
But I'll be gone like the salmon swimming upstream.
Chasing rainbows till I too will be gone.
Love is a destination I've never been to.
But now I know it's not just a dream.
I am headed to the mountain peak.

But I'm not going there obliquely; I'm going there in love with you.
Oh, I could cry in sorrow if I woke up tomorrow.
And she is gone, and the corn has blown over.
Without a single footstep to knock it over, I could cry in sorrow if it's all been a dream.
And Lord, I am the same as if she had never been.

Lord knows what's happening to me.
So, I'm praying that come tomorrow I'll wake
And she'll hold my waist strong like she's tying the corn.
Happy she is born.
And I'll be just like a puppy dog.
If she but looks once at me.

Lord, you know it fills my heart with glee.
To love her and love thee.
Even if it's only like a moth caught in a flame or an amphorae butterfly.
Thrown across the lawn happy to be born.
Even if it's only for a day, darling, how -I'll glow.
Living on my instincts don't you know.

Lord knows what you've done to me.
Look, nothing you touch is ever quite the same.
So I'll say my prayers.
Will you say your prayers for me?
And grip me by my soul here on today
And tomorrow and thereon every day
And darling, love me forever.