Passions Poem by Mark Heathcote

My passions endure
They're like a boulder in a river submerged
Wanting to feel just that one dewdrop touch of your love
Whatever happens, let us remain, friends
Let us meet in the moonlight, tangled up in vines
My passions are tinged with pain, but they also dream high
And sometimes I can almost touch the sky,
They're like a stone, so crushed, they become crystallised
With a feeling, whatever happens, I will endure
If just one spark of a maybe is breathing in your heart
Look you-you can dam this river and slow this stream
Just to a trickle that only knows how to circle you
Look my heart this a boulder in a muddy, cloudy river
But it could be the foundation stone
On which you build your home
Whatever happens, let us always remain, friends
Because my feelings for you, run deep
And this boulder will never properly dry or crack apart.
Not as long as I get this feeling this hope in my heart
I am not just another stone in the creek turned over
Tossed back because you never got the same smooth, warm, soft feeling.