Incomparable Endless-Replays Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

What could be more mediocre or mundane?
What could be a more common or ordinary place?
Then falling in love with your pretty face
Heads are turning like a rotating weathervane
The simple things in life - aren't they the best?
Soft eyeliner and a high-kneed gingham dress
Your complexion is an ebony cloudless moon.
At first, a milky, unexceptional gaze
Drifts and is hypnotised in its costume
Wanting more incomparable, endless replays.