No Other Is In My Heart But You Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

No other is in my heart but you
You are the thread of morning dew.

That laces a path through my soul.
Springs a love where rivers unroll.

You are like the saffron crocus.
Precious flower of all my focus

Singing desires my heart's regales.
You are the chorus of nightingales.

I listened for when all was dark.
You are the unicorn's hoofmark.

I followed the air around the moon.
The rainbow, I pray, will not go soon.