Love That Leaves Me Quite Honestly Perplexed Poem by Mark Heathcote

Baby, I can taste your lust yours lies
Lies to make all your blue skies cry
Baby you want open heart surgery
You want life & death moments not drudgery.

You want to feel the hurt of love
You want to fly with winds soulful & mellifluous
And not find any difference, one to the next
One to the next, one to the next
My love that leaves me quite honestly perplexed.

Baby, I can taste your lust yours lies
I can sense your self-pretence
Your magic rubber band has snapped
Oh, oh my love I’m no longer rapt.

Love you don’t appreciate any higher magic
One to the next
One to the next, one to the next
And darling I’ll never settle for second best.
Oh and my love that leaves me quite honestly perplexed.

Baby, I can taste your lust yours lies
Lies to make all your blue skies cry
Turning love into a deadly avalanche
Love this love is a mismatch
Cos I can’t love like you one to the next
One to the next, one to the next
My love that leaves me quite honestly perplexed.