I Come To You
I come to you
And beckon my heart
Of what I have here from inside
I come to give
My emotions that start
Like long-ago waves those glide
And offer to you
Each thought of my offering days
Something to few
In molded time clays
And borrowed secrets
In time’s stolen kisses
That words sometimes neglects
And the heart therefore misses
I come to you
In borrowed time
By Peter S. Quinn
© 2008 Peter S. Quinn
(All rights reserved)
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