Oh, My Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh, my heart,
you were also my spring
- each day I'd start,
each day I'd sing.
Oh, my love,
you are never gone;
so much still plenty of,
that gives and goes on...

Yesterdays flowers
they had their springtime,
in sun and rainy showers
in their day's prime.
Yesterdays are gone
but dreams are still here,
to give us much on
for reality everywhere.

Oh, my heart,
you were also my spring
- each day I'd start,
each day I'd sing.
Another day beginning
but everything's still here,
a new spring singing
in dreams to everywhere.