Sonnet 93, Let My Heart Sing To You... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Let my heart sing to you, all tender words,
That may have flown away with butterflies,
Like the singing of all the summer birds;
So is my love, with all errors and tries.
Everything that's of day, and of the night,
Both of summer roses and daffodils,
Giving my feelings, an eternal flight,
Over the mountains and across the hills.
Like first things in spring, in clear sky and blue,
Breezes that sigh, or dances in the trees,
All my tender words, I bring home to you,
A harmony, our loving only sees.
Song of a sweet melody, never ending,
To you, through my longing times, I am sending.