The Ground Beneath My Feet Is Moving Poem by Mark Heathcote

Though the world is quite still
though it's quite still, as tranquil water
the ground beneath my feet is moving
at an irrepressible constancy
steadily it moves my heart eastwards
and there are only three little words
that I can use in order to-describe-it,
in order to-describe-its
pull and irrepressible movement
there are only three-little-words
wants to speak its whole truth,
and they are. I love you.
World 'I love you.