I Will Always Come To You Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I will always come to you
Without ever be with fail
Each wish to see clear through
Without weep and wail

Dreams in their greens fields
Giving morning with a shade
Like a passion in tint shields
With sky hands every made

Love that´s from inside grown
Every bouquets bundle
Inside waves never shown
Like summer breeze in trundle

I will give you a cut in stone
Of all my heart's throbbing
With its many passionate tone
Never in colors blobbing

I will always come to you
Without ever be with fail
Soothing your leaves like dew
Love won't wither and pale