Your Love - Poem by Mark Heathcote
That's an invitation; I can't turn, away…
Take me to where - truth, is speaking…
In constant; waves washing, less than reluctant.
Seven; shores away…
Take me to where loneliness…
Is unified, with the one
In unison who is the one!
You wouldn't haste away… from, today.
That's an invitation: you shouldn't turn away from.
If, you believe in that; factor of one - love.
That's the one, timeless endless… true eternal love.
Departmentalized world, you can't reach above.
That's an invitation; you can't turn, away…
A sexual tingling, on your tongue
That means everything, these days.
Stomachs you've never felt before
You just can't turn your back away from
They're coming your way.
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