O My Hour Poem by Peter S. Quinn
O My Hour
O my heart
here you come,
a seed to start
and be a blossom.
Oh love - my day
footsteps on,
my dream and way
till time is done.
O you my time
this is here still
1st day to prime
ant then untill.
This love is fall
in darker ways
and all is all
memories days.
O you my hour
drifting on by,
a blosoming flower
a sunset sky.
So much I've been
and given to you,
and those ways seen
to become true.
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