A Hornet On The Wing Poem by Mark Heathcote
A Hornet On The Wing
God, he would catch a hornet on the wing,
relish infinite beauty, not its sting.
Your-beauty is such; I cannot-truly-say,
words have no meaning this or any other day.
‘Should I love you, well that's not a question
He would entertain at any junction.'
your petals are like-a-rose not-quite formed,
but neither are you, to-be-outperformed.
Monday, September 8, 2014
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4/24/2024 8:57:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
hornet on the wing, very fine, thanks,