Your Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

That's an invitation I can't turn away
Take me to where truth is speaking
In constant waves washing less than reluctant.
Seven shores away.

Take me to where loneliness
Is unified, with the one
In unison, who is the one
You wouldn't, haste away from today.

That's an invitation you shouldn't turn away from
If you believe in the factor of one love
That's the one, timeless endless true eternal love.
Departmentalized-world, you can't reach above.

That's an invitation; you can't turn, away
A sexual tingling, on your tongue
That means everything, these days.
Stomachs you've never felt before
You just-can't-turn your back away from
They're coming your way.