Comparable To White Wisteria Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, how your moonlit arms are comparable to white wisteria
Waving in the air, twisting around my waist
Darling don't you ever let me fall down
Darling all our senses are now interlaced
And now I've forgotten how to put a frown on my face
Darling my heart is now unstable with all this loving hysteria.

Oh, how your moonlit arms are comparable to white wisteria
Waving in the air, twisting around my waist
Love, you are making me laugh and giggle all over…
Now all my senses are charged, but nothings in any haste
Darling, you're every touch. I can read I must be bilingual
It's so dark now, there's no discerning anything's getting blearier.

Oh, how your moonlit palms gamble winding in my hair
But darling it's too short for braids, but you don't care
Oh, darling, no matter however fateful
Our love in its scramble, becomes
I will always remember you in my sky, ever so graceful
Because darling when, I was in your wisteria arms ensnared.

Nothing derides these loving hysterias I feel when I look into your eyes.
Oh, I will always remember you in my skies
Darling don't you ever let me fall down
Darling all our senses are now interlaced
And now I've forgotten how to put a frown on my face
Darling my heart is now unstable with all this loving hysteria.

Darling, you're my kind of wisteria, hysteria.
Oh, I guess I can now quite happily die of malaria squinting at a moonlit sky.