I Sing To You Another Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'll sing to you another song,
It may be all the same;
It comes as I go along,
Spelling out your name.
I'll whisper to you softly,
The words I cannot sing;
I hope you'll feel the same for me,
And never break an unbroken string.
I'll sing to you an youthful song,
Of nature and things among us;
Of those that are now quite young,
Who'll still have adulthood to go across.
My songs are among the birds and bees,
And nature calls us to fulfil;
Like the wind in the chestnut trees,
That steadily whispers and never stands still.
I'll sing to you another song,
It may be all the same;
But forces of my feelings are strong,
And still my innocence has no shame.