I'M Only Now Getting Used To My Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm only now getting used to my heart
Breaking with love from summer to its fall
The moods of sunshine and rain's falling call
From footsteps that inside begin each start
Love songs of dark evening's passing sky
Feelings of love in loneliness go
Just for the singing of a heart in try
Filling moments with the world in its low

Raindrops of heart beating in its growing
Breeze of the wind - time's lonely whisper
All that is not showing in their strict plain
The times of our hope in always going
When blackness comes darker and crisper
And obscures perspectives with strain