Bleary eyed beauty in aromas sweet
Bleary eyed beauty in aromas sweet
By tinctures of air lilac on the leaf
Give not unto me that broken heartbeat
That crushed sense of being.., of belief.
Be not the pale pallor of unending grief
Be like the hedge rose in rosiness discreet
A warm little dear where bees compete
Garden a blush beneath your kerchief.
So that I might be your one knight's motif:
I draw lance that others meet defeat
Yours is the world above and below my feet
The moon climbs on aural wings all too brief.
Such allures are the stars in orbit
My souls heart for you spoken in sonnet.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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