I'Ll Write You A Painting Of My Desire Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'll write you a painting of my desire,
It's a rainbow that is touching a cloud;
Color the air higher and still higher,
Bending tall in sky and above the crowd;

Blooming flowers that gives its seeds to earth,
Bringing new spring again to your heart;
Every falling star with wishing of worth,
Giving views innovation - to you from start.

Lonesome ways will soon be beyond,
For everything goes to its own destiny,
Roads of many ways will be walked again;

Footsteps' of the heart with its magic wand,
Bringing compassion that there is to be,
Because never shall sorrow hold to its den.