With Little Fortuitous Moments Of Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've doctored to all your ills
But we're still dearly departed
Like the melting snow
Going separate ways - don't you know?

Oh, I'll kilter to the coast wind
That follows the howls
And the smiles on your face
As if it's all a grace - don't you know?

I can't explain how your sorrow.
It fills my veins with passion.
That doesn't go, how my heart.
It is like a plummeting arrow.

Fired in Eden long ago
At a raven with wings as black as night
Like I said, I can't explain how this girl
Palpitates in my hand my distress

We'll not live forever without our clothes
We'll not survive if we forget to dress
Our agony and our misery
With little fortuitous moments of love.