A Little Tortured And Lost Poem by Mark Heathcote

Am I beautiful?
Yes, like the ice and the midnight frost
You are beautiful
But at the same time
A little tortured and lost.

Will you love me in the morning?
Yes, like a clam on the hull of an iron ship clinging
Will you love me like a lily-white moon wringing
Yes, darling, I'll ride your craft to the stars
Not a day too soon.

Darling, am I beautiful?
Yes, darling, it's irrefutable like the owls in flight about to bite
Darling, will you love me always
Yes, I'll love you like the autumn rain soaking deep
If you cling, close to my side.

Darling, I think you are beautiful
But I might be a little bit too drunk tonight
Darling, I think you are beautiful
Your eyes are like leopard spots, black holes in the snow

Darling, I think you are beautiful
At least until - I do up and go
Darling, I think you are beautiful
Yes, you're like the ice and the midnight frost
You are beautiful
But at the same time
A little tortured and lost.