Damask rose how fair your beauty holds the light
How fair your fragrance subdues the fears of the night
And how beautifully fair your lowly crimson head
Is with gallantry and passions fed.
With midnight-oils in sunlit soils
Not a fairer beauty there is or be
Oh, damask rose in flaming clothes
What more beauty could there be?
But in man’s hand a maiden fair
With hazelnut brown hair
And roving hands – limbs that exult in hymns
The answer to a prayer.
© Mark Andrew Heathcote
Excerpt from the book “In Perpetuity”
About the Author
Mr. Mark Andrew Heathcote has been happily honing his writing skills for many years perfecting his poetry and sharing it on-line, through on-line poetry forums. He feels this book is the next best step in his creative endeavors.
Visit Mark’s Author Page At:www.ctupublishinggroup.com/mark-andrew-heathcote.html
Available on Kindle At: www.amazon.com/Perpetuity-Mark-Heathcote-ebook/dp/B01J2VW1WM