I Maybe A Stranger Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The heart is always crying
Inside its profound deep
When those memories keep dying
Gone into tomorrow's sleep…
Flowers are glowing in the rain
Everything seems for nothing
When the mind’s so much in pain
And edges of the soul are roughing

I may be a stranger to you
Without knowing what really to say
But when the spirit is inside blue
Sorrow on my feelings does play

The heart is always crying
Inside its profound deep
Like those moments are away flying
Never for dedications to keep
Things maybe going alright
While nothing survives gone instance
When a passion has lost its flight
Like a flower in winters blanch

I may be a stranger not seeing thru
For everything has its own flame
But my heart is though feeling for you
And nothing forever says the same