The Open Road Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The open road
to love, I inside knew,
every heart's mode
that always is true.
Love that is never going
but stays here fresh,
by giving and knowing
every heart's caress.

The open ways
that never do close,
those memories days
that to the heart goes.
When its times are gone
like flowers of spring,
and you will bring on
in a heartache's string.

The open song
with its heartfelt ways,
each moment too long
when time's sorrow plays.
And nothing is there still
only the flowers, gone,
to give and fulfill
and carry your heart on.