Not In Any Haste Poem by Mark Heathcote

Not In Any Haste



I will entice-you with my-sorrow
but expect to find joyous love
I'll encrypt my darkest passions-tomorrow
if you'll but turn my heart instantly to mush

And then reveal it as a love potion
you've always longed to taste.
You may die in my arms, in devotion
but my darling, not in any haste.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017
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