Love Is The Flower That Holds Us Together Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Love is a flower held together.
Stitched petal by petal
Under climatically changing weather
It loses fettle.
Sometimes it's like cacti, defensive.
It's so resentful.
Of anything inoffensive
The slightest bit reverential.
Its gaze burns, saying I can bloom alone!
Oftentimes it wilts.
Cries hold me, water me, I'll atone!
My attrition submits.
"I'll open here, love, only for you."
Lay my head in your arms.
Whatever these storms muster, construe
Whatever's the paradox?
I'll rise, I'll turn and flower for you.
"Right here, love, will do…"
Whatever the climatic weather
Love is the flower that holds us together.