#11 (From,100 Love Poems) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like a far-off love that becomes a day
Because the outlook are right to fulfill
Every dream that is waiting inside still
When the moments are asleep and away
The love song that is like drops of anguish
Wavering tones in together cleft
For heart that's still or in beating´s bereft
And longs only love in its conquering wish
The seconds that leach in distance nearest
Will dissolve like silhouette beautiful dreams
And come to love that is closest and dearest
When off in deep of wonderment it seems
Feeling the hour that wholly is asking
How it can become a moment of tasking