Peter S. Quinn


#10 (from,100 Love Poems)


Love is like a kiss to bleak loneliness
Feeling of emotions running through to give
Following that track to be born and live
Each of your daybreak of closest caress
That comes from within to bring to the out
So much of roots that have grown from in there
Flowing like a song for you to fill with care
All that's like water in the tides about
Summer and autumns will carry its shade
Fill each effort with its current waves
For you only its gems stones are made
To bring in to its goodbye a heart that craves
So much of you that make every bloom
In our together roots that never should doom

Submitted: Wednesday, February 11, 2009

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