Always In My Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Always in my heart
I have a moment to touch,
Each morning when I start
It gives me the day so much.
Like a bouquet of flowers
That is always fresh,
Morning through the hours
Of day's moments cares.

It comes its own way
And gives always something,
Tomorrow like yesterday
In its own pleasure timing.
For it is my creative wings
A flow into the timeless,
And to my heart, it sings
And conquer me with caress.

Always in my heart
I know it is somewhere,
And it will never depart
If I take of it my most care.
Like a colors symphony
Or tones of my deep emotions,
It is there always free
Full of silence and erosions.