Full Circle Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love is like binding honeysuckle
But it can make the best of us hurtful
Love will have us turn full circle
Turn bitter less mindful.

Love is something unpredictable
Love is like a falling ripe apple
Some are picked as a keepsake
Winners in a sweepstake

While others are left to just rot away
Love will have us turn full circle
Turn bitter less mindful.
It just loves-way.

Love is an engine running every day
It needs fuel, it needs compliments
It needs fresh flowers added to its bouquet
Not just a godsend.

Because if she's a godsend
She can be taken away tomorrow my friend
Love can make you weak
Turn your heart to a brick without a home.

Somehow again
You'll learn to live again alone
But love will feel like it's broken every fragile bone
Torn every tissue; from its ligaments that twist.

Love is like binding honeysuckle
But it can make the best of us hurtful
Love will have us turn full circle
Turn bitter less mindful.

Love is something unpredictable
Love is like a falling ripe apple
Some are picked as a keepsake
Winners in a sweepstake

While others are left to just rot away
Love will have us turn full circle
Turn bitter less mindful.
It just loves-way.