Sonnet 124, Oh Daisy... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh daisy, daisy true love, and a whisper,
From the garden and into my own home;
Oh maybe, oh maybe, as time gets crisper,
My domicile's like a temple of a dome.
I will call to you, my darling sweetheart,
With what I am singing alone to the night;
My heart is of love, or where it will start:
My feelings and touch will give me it right.
I love like I believe - and nothing more than this,
For everything else the wind will blow away;
Heart's a vault for accomplishing the bliss,
Bringing on its shoulders the forthcoming day.
The fields are now greener than ever before,
As I'm of feelings, and a moment score.