I Sense The Weather Could Always Be Better Poem by Mark Heathcote

I sense the weather could always be better
But I wouldn't change a single moment
But I wouldn't run any place to find shelter
I want to look into your grey eyes
Oh, hypnotic flowers to the moths
They might not ever last.
Oh, intoxicating dew will always fall.
And guitars will play a sad gypsy song
With a chorus harp for you,
And choirs will raise alarms in heaven
And in hell, they'll be playing it again and again.
I sense the weather could always be better
But I wouldn't change a single moment
But I wouldn't run any place to find shelter
That doesn't house me and you indoors
When my heart beats, when it pours for yours.
Oh, you are magnetic to me now
Whatever way the sparks fly,
I want to swim in your grey eyes
Till I die.
Oh, mesmerising boy, I'm so glad you're mine.
Oh, spellbinding man, after each storm, let's together say amen.
Again and again - again and again - again and again, amen.