You, Darling Of Flowers Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You, my darling of flowers
in the book of memories,
the rainy morning showers
when freshness comes to trees.

The feelings deep inside
with everything that undergoes,
when we to the gone abide
reminiscences the heart only knows.

You that never is misplaced
but just like a flowering seed,
each thought to you more graced
when through the gone I read.

How can I forget
everything that made this grace,
or even any of it neglect
that into my heart still plays.

You - my darling of spring
when morning is in its bright wake,
when the freshest hours sing
in the rising of a new spring take.

I feel still your heart
that comes and touches mine,
it shall never depart
when still there's outside sunshine.