Peter S. Quinn Poems

I'll whisper to those lips, I've kissed and died for,
And if you have forgotten my arms and name;
I'll not be tormented or grieving heart blame,
If there will be none feelings of love no more.
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I woe not thee who whisper in the night,
Affectionately like a humming bird;
With temptation that wants to make me flirt,
And darling, hold you even close and tight.
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Love is just you love is just me
This you ought to know
Love is for two love is free
For moments that come and go
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Every day's you
Soft and sweet and new
Garden and roses
As the winter closes
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The summer of joy is here to stay
Like blossoms of winter's deep
The hours are gone into their play
None of its bouquets to keep
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It's time for tomorrow
It's time for you
Away with lives sorrow
Away with its blue
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My dreams are going into deep
Flowers of long gone days
Nothing is mine or yours to keep
Only as long as its tone plays
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I'm lost completely
Like day to night
My heart's though free
For another daylight
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Let this day be going on
In its joy and sorrow
Hours of it to be gone
All again to morrow
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This is my day of new coming
Along with a night in shadow
Blossoms of new there blossoming
In their fresh futures go
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