Through the sorrows of you!
Love is a sacred red rose
First you must breathe its
Hot fiery scented clothes
And then passion permits
Unveil your hearts velvet
Tear-ripped torment-soul
Be thankful not to covet
A vengeful idea to extol
A means to hurt afresh
Flesh of your own flesh
The blood of your blood
Be thankful love imbues
An eternal flower bud
Flowering once but true
Through the sorrows of you!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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