Praise And Thanks Poem by Mark Heathcote

When my heart is subdued, on the brink of collapse
when my heart is subdued, when we haven't held hands
when my heart is subdued, on the borders of romance
when my heart is subdued, and our lips haven't kissed
when my heart is subdued, on the verge of a great expanse
When there's a moment forestalled in perhaps perchance
we will one day be spooned into each other's laps
it's then I remember to give due praise and thanks.
Oh, it's then my soul is as joyous as a songbird
Chirping to the world, this girl is my joy.