Love is everything...
So is it with young love
Wondering about to see
What every heart's made of
This and that inside is
Flowering internal life
So much of weaving bliss
Gladness of feelings arrive
Yesterday gone into dark
Remembering thoughts past
Words form love that spark
Bouquets of passionate cast
You and I feeling inside
Everything from it of fire
Shadows from reality hide
Only our moment's desire
We gave the hours so much
Before the evening came
All with our hand and touch
Burning the lover's flame
Young - still searching ways
Finding each others arms
Rising the dawn and days
Finding eyes deepest charms
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2007-03-09 at 00:36
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Sweet As the Rose Can Be
Sweet as the rose can beSo is it with young love
Wondering about to see
What every heart's made of
This and that inside is
Flowering internal life
So much of weaving bliss
Gladness of feelings arrive
Yesterday gone into dark
Remembering thoughts past
Words form love that spark
Bouquets of passionate cast
You and I feeling inside
Everything from it of fire
Shadows from reality hide
Only our moment's desire
We gave the hours so much
Before the evening came
All with our hand and touch
Burning the lover's flame
Young - still searching ways
Finding each others arms
Rising the dawn and days
Finding eyes deepest charms
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
Read 1451 times
Written on 2007-03-09 at 00:36
Tags Love Love Love
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