Forest of my heart are the flowers spring, <br />From the seeds of love and pure ashen; <br />Like a bird of wildness he comes to sing, <br />All the songs he knows of true compassion. <br />Covered by the clouds and dreams far away, <br />From the forest of the evening in blue gown; <br />When the twilight comes and dance from the day, <br />And through the night of stars until new dawn. <br />Waking in the hours with above glow stars, <br />Tinkling their light from the distance beyond; <br />All the feelings from the inside that are ours, <br />Nowhere from the outside rise to respond. <br />Everything is within from true love to give, <br />Find out the ways to go much further and live.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-from-100-love-songs/
