There Is A Beautiful Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is a beautiful song inside me
that I cannot put out,
it is singing in caresses free
but also, it has its doubt.
I cannot but sing with it too
for it is the garden inside,
flowers of bougets so blue
that blossom but likewise do hide.

I am from inside on growing
for a bouget of times and taste,
it's flowers of nowhere going
on memories and dreams based.
I cannot but sing in my garden
when fragrance goes through the air,
and when winter darkens and harden
the flowers in bouquets are here.

These wonderful ways of years
that never for a minute stood still,
gave pleasures but also tears
and some of my dreams did fulfill.
But now is the day in the going
of times that have gone and given,
and I in my heart am knowing
that I was for something liven.