Peter S. Quinn Poems

You don’t know what love is
From its charms and spells
Some things are just bliss
Riding through life's carrousels
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Look into my eyes of morning blue
Give me your hope of the day
Look into my eyes of brown hue
Lead every thought on its way
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On to my heart you scream
Like echoes of the dark
Where red in gold stream
To give of winter's spark
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There is still so much in this precious time
Those give illusions to our existence
Gratifies to be made into their set trance
Breaking down the dreams to making real prime
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Through garden of autumn
I walked on and pondered
From the leaves so darksome
Those in time have altered
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I'm lonely in the streets of darkness
There is no way to turn back
I'm giving what I can in unsteadiness
On to the gaping lost track
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Now sweet intervention, what is your worrying
When everything is going so quite well
Bringing in easy inside its hurrying
Nothing though unknown you can't foretell
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Dreams of summer are coming in glow mist
From love's sweet flowers of evening and night
Who maturing sun has blessed with its light
Each leaf of greenery with sunshine kissed
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The night has come to give its acquainted glow
Of the evening just after rainy fall
Where drops in clear kept pouring down in squall
Forward like a river in its wetness flow
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Mist before my dark eyes
In beautiful everlasting's
Deep azure and purple skies
With pearly raindrops strings
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