Sweet Little Violet Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sweet little violet
Why do you suffer in the dark?
When you live in my heart
What postromantic injury,
Serves your trembling scorn.
Didn't I love you like a sun
Never wanting to find
Or discover a shade to hide.
Sweet little violet
I live for you.
I'm not a forest but I can protect you.
Sweet little violet
I'm always right behind you
So won't you take root in me?
And let your flowers shine through me.
Cause I'm a circus… without a tent
A clown without a tear to vent
If you don't
Flower for me for my eyes only.