Love Endures Poem by M. A Heathcote

My life is an appendage of yours.
When we're together, there are no more brochures
or flirting innuendos—overtures.

Don't you get it? What's mine is yours.
Okay, I've got nothing, but our love endures.
Now and then, I feel it; I might mature.

And with a little faith, all else procures.
Believe me, there's no one else who allures -
me as you do, and that's what reassures.

Okay, we could take some detours.
Spend a night together like some twining creeper
And run naked over the moors.

But truly lust, desire only obscures -
our true, unquestionable lures
Honestly, darling, nothing but love endures.