I thought I heard your heart beating
Like a hummingbird, tell me
My love was I wrong, listening
Was I wrong in melting like ghee?
For honey, your flower puts aside
For one just as, voracious as me.
Paradise can’t be quantified
Like flowers visited by a bee.
True love is an amber-locket:
That preserves its contents always
Like, love written in a sonnet
Your heart beats in pianofortes.
Trembles as newly lighted dew
How could anybody know I’d?
Fall so deep and so fast for you
Blissful beauty, personified.
© 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.
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