Vena Amoris Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your heart is a playing card.
Back at the start, a queen of hearts
I played on a riverboat.
Just -trying to stay afloat right where you are.

Your heart is a winning hand.
If you can clear your conscience
And take a guilt-free stand.
Everything will come back to you.
Unlike that lost hourglass of sand

Your heart is a playing card.
A queen of hearts
And a diamond will one day
Be placed on your hand.

Vena amoris is the vein of love.
There is blood in the veins of your fourth finger.
On your left hand that runs straight to your heart.
That crosses every cloud like a rainbow.
Wanting only to sing, not bark at the sky.
Vena amoris is the vein of love.

So batten down those fluttering eyelashes.
Because I no longer blush when I hold you close.
When I hold you to your cards and won't fold
Be in no rush to change your mind.

Because a winning hand can still lose
If it's overplayed and given up at midnight,
To the trembling left inside, looking for a song
The darkness in the penthouse when you're all alone
Looking at the stars hiding from their bewitching shadows.