I'm summertime to your heart, <br />Don't take our love all apart; <br />Drifting clouds and we depart, <br />Grow your seeds with care. <br /> <br />Forests of souls can not park, <br />Hound dogs of past to them bark; <br />Gone are sweet tunes of the lark, <br />Heartbreaks I can't bear. <br /> <br />Rivers of love gone and lost, <br />Our affection almost at frost; <br />Feelings inside all out tossed, <br />Heart's stones inside here.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/33-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
