Faded Blossoms.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Faded blossoms
The darling of flowers,
You were awesome
In spring showers.
Your flowers young
Full of beauty,
When lovers long
To be free.

Now you are
In the memory,
Like winter star
Above so free.
And lovers' dreams
Of yesterday,
In river streams
Gone far away.

Love is like a bliss
In morning rise,
A sweetly gone kiss
That never dies.
All there is
You loved, so much,
And now you miss
And want to touch.