#3 (From,100 Love Songs) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Forest of my heart are the flowers spring,
From the seeds of love and pure ashen;
Like a bird of wildness he comes to sing,
All the songs he knows of true compassion.
Covered by the clouds and dreams far away,
From the forest of the evening in blue gown;
When the twilight comes and dance from the day,
And through the night of stars until new dawn.
Waking in the hours with above glow stars,
Tinkling their light from the distance beyond;
All the feelings from the inside that are ours,
Nowhere from the outside rise to respond.
Everything is within from true love to give,
Find out the ways to go much further and live.