When Was It Poem by Mark Heathcote

When was it you weren't there to wind my dial?
One day at a time with a sultry warm, smile.

I can still feel the trace of your soft-fingers
Silk spinning those webs how their touch lingers.

Cocooning me in their eternal flames
Heart and soul, how it ever now exclaims

'Forever, ' 'forever, ' let's together-
Be and always give, through our best-endeavour.

To stay fixed as one, hand and in another.
That's always in the heat of midsummer.