What Is This Love? - Poem by Mark Heathcote
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 sail cloth
Flapping in sorrow in misery for you
Beloved don't fail me now, I am yours.
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