Without Any Loss Of Disparity Poem by M. A Heathcote

I mustn't leave this world without a smile.
A moment of tenderness to beguile
It's confusing enough to acquiesce.
The meaning of failure comes from success.
Please, darling, please, my darling, don't transgress.
An angel needs good company, I guess.
When teardrops descend without clarity
Clouds form, without any loss of disparity,
Please don't run away; roost someplace with me.
I know of an abode above that loose scree.
Above those lines of Ice Age depression,
Where meltwaters congeal in succession
In what we refer to as an ocean basin,
Others take it for heaven and devotion.