I'm Willing Poem by Mark Heathcote

Cupid's arrow leaves us clutching our hearts
It's a kind of open-heart surgery,
Needs suturing, putting back together again
But I am willing to take on all it encompasses.
I am willing to linger alone in the dark.
For Cupid's dart to strike, dead centre my heart.
For me to feel that old mercury-needle-rising
I'm willing for my soul to undergo microsurgery,
I'm willing to bleed, let love in once more again
I'm willing to feel them cruel extreme emotions
I'm willing to fan the flames of the past
Move on with both hands devotionally clasped
I'm willing to tempt hatred once more again
And grasp at just one rose, a bleeding thorn
Have my jugular torn out powerless in love
I'm willing to fall back and share in the dishes
That's what love is, so says the misses.