To You I Sing (From, Coradoba) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

To you I sing
My song in words
A playful feeling
Like the wind in trees

A thought that is with a single breeze
A seed to catch and hold
The perfumed garden
Inside to be the flowers

Each road ahead
My dreams filled with air
A long way inside the circle
Of each romantic secret

What you might say
To my ear in a playful whisper
All colors warped inside of this
To come and be closer

The walls of walls
Surrounding each garden
With fanciful gates and secrets
That only lover know

The thoughts that come and warp the heart
With innocence and something more
About the songs we both will become
When dark and chill are faraway