I Can Not But... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I can not but love
and give of my heart,
for I'm not clouds above
that drift and depart.
I have my heart to give
and bring it to ties,
each day anew I live
is full of its surprice.

I can not but bring
each freshness that I see,
when I day starts to sing
and hours come to be.
I have my dreams to follow
they always are anew,
and each of them will go
when they have come trough.

I can not but see
each road ahead of try,
each like a melody
in tones of low and high.
And everything they bring
in times of days to know,
when they to my heart sing
before they again go.