Oh Dearest You
Oh dearest you, how sweet your rose now is,
For all the flowers have given their best;
I feel this much and how I now you miss,
For you were always truest of true crest.
There comes a day when memories can't hide
And all the world is blue like clearest sky,
Like our feelings so afar away and wide;
Such moments gone, we can not say goodbye.
But when you come you bring back sunshine,
With you so roses give their shades of red;
And fruits and berries taste like truest vine,
Which ones in winter were all gone and dead.
Oh hear my thoughts, for they are to you meant,
Though summer's gone and winter now's playing;
My deepest thoughts to you I now will sent,
As later next year you will be with me staying...
Copyright © 1999 by Peter S. Quinn