What Is This Love? Poem by Mark Heathcote

My queen of roses
What is this love?
That is just a reflection of our neurosis?
Am I a thorn? Are you my queen of roses?
Am I a dandelion clock are you my flower?


Ageless you have been my bedrock.
I yearned to set seed laugh and lay by you.
Sleep like an owl in its bower.
Anxious as a mouse exposed in its lair.

I am a ship yearning to drop anchor.
What is this love but a loose patch of sailcloth?
That's flapping-in-sorrow in misery for you.
Beloved, don't fail me now, I am yours.


~or~


What is this love?
That is just a reflection of our neurosis?
I am a thorn. You are my queen of roses.
I am a dandelion clock you are my flower.

Ageless you have been my bedrock.
I yearned to set seed laugh and lay by you.

I am a ship yearning to drop anchor.
What is this love but a loose patch of sailcloth?
That's flapping-in-sorrow in misery for you.
Beloved, don't fail me now, I am yours.