The Heart Is An Old Fortress Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The heart is an old fortress
Where gold can glow
The sweetness of love‘s caress
Fast throbbing or slow
Often when our love is old
There is not much then to give
But if you to sweetness still hold
You can invent and relive

Heart is in the years you feel
Winning its time with grace
So much could still be unreal
If you’ll find its beat’s place
Love is a never ending story
Some is of luck and hope
With much still in its repertory
That works as kaleidoscope

Though heart is a beat in time
In its youth forward going
You can still have its prime
With every love that’s flowing
Nothing needs to stop love
It can always grow on
Or twinkle as stars far above
Until its beat is all gone