I'd like to dedicate this little poem to Heath. Well, it's not by me, but by German poet Erich Fried (1921-1988), and it is - of course - not about Heath, but about love (and therefore also about Heath):
Why
Not you
for love's sake
but
for your sake
love
(and also for my sake)
Not
Because I have to
love
But because I have to
love
you
Maybe
because I am
how I am
but certainly
because you are
how you are
