Wishing The Weather Was Fair Poem by Mark Heathcote

I wanted to see you flourish
And bloom all season long,
In waves of orange blossom,
Nurtured and fully, nourished.

I didn't wish to confine you
I wanted you to roam...
Like fresh wild thyme, imbue
That scent in this hearts cobblestone.

I chose you like a flower
For a buttonhole
Love, you were the one flower
I chose for my soul.

I wanted us to grow old unruffled
By whatever winter-
Throws our way, untroubled
But Love's a different picture.

Like a rose have its brambles
We too have our faults
We are loving companions
That has some thunderbolts.

But we both tend our garden
And water it with care
There are times we become harden,
Wishing the weather was fair.

But I'm settled for when they are
Resided for when they're not
And count you my lucky star
You're the winner in my plot.