Sherbet Lemons Poem by Mark Heathcote

I used to visit sweet shops often.
But I never wanted to buy
But I love your lemon-drop eyes.
I love your lemon-drop sherbet eyes.
And I wish they were always gazing into mine.
Heavenly, sweet, and divine
I wish they were always gazing into mine.
And squeezing the pips of me
And adding something neat and heady with time
I love your morning childlike hymns.
When you're dancing in the morning air
Wash all your worries and cares away.
I love it when you're laughing at play.
That union with you
That could always last a little longer.
I love it when we brush accidentally.
But knowingly and intentionally touching
If only to say goodbye once again.
Oh, I used to love visiting that sweet shop often.
For sherbet lemons, dreaming of rainbows
But I never wanted to buy until I met you.