Not Being Worthy Of You Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

On an afternoon amorously stolen
In a youthful moment, I watched you at play.
Swinging on a willow bough like a poem
I was lassoed with a stolen rope yesterday.
Oh, how I watched like a stowaway - just you.
In awe and wonder at those white pleats of your dress
Strewn sideways made my heart race and my blood imbue.
With those heavens, sunlit beauties acquiesce.

As you danced a ballet and walked on air.
Spun a spinning dervish in love with the world
I cherished those few stowaway moments there.
But with that new insight into your heart's world.
Miserably dark myself, I turned dark that day…
When in mid-sentence, you said you loved me, too.
Someone striking as you left me agog.
I was afraid I was not worthy enough of you.