Delights Of Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There's a handful of earth in your hands ways
With its meadows so vast of its love too
And the ways that you are in molding clays
Everything multiplying to renew
Extinguished thoughts brought from its truthful roots
Universe of inside what you still are
Mornings of coming long living pursuits
Times giving heart throbs of each quasar

You - my only in differences play
Lover of giving through a cloudy rain
Search within - deeply with its long waves
Delights of love plays in to the moon rays
Every your inch my feelings shall gain
When alone my heart your body craves