My Heart Has Always Belonged To Another Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your heart borders with my heart
like a newly formed country,
calls out to mine, make the pilgrimage
and says you will grant me entrance.

And yes, I see those flowers are sweeter
and yes, I see the grass grow greener
and yes, I see the valleys are lusher
and yes, I see the rivers are fuller.

And yes, I see the woods are shadier
and yes, I even see the skies are clearer
but you are not my home or my country,
my heart has always belonged to another.