Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Every Love Is a Song


Every love is a song
For your heart to know
You are right or you are wrong
That’s how feelings always go
Bright day or dark night
Here so much on your own
Love is wrong or it’s right
Sometimes I am so alone

Touch my moments and give
Any of its happiness now
I must recount and live
Manage love here somehow
Rich or poor on my own
Feelings touch but don't stay
Every love can't be shown
That comes here on its way

Love may grow and be true
That’s how love always goes
But its happiness is up to you
Like a seed that on grows
If good fortunate’s strong
A heart may find and win
For every love is a song
You’ll find from within

Every love is a song
For your heart to know
You are right or you are wrong
That’s how feelings always go
Bright day or dark night
Here so much on your own
Love is wrong or it’s right
Sometimes I am so alone

Love will give or it will die
In its thoughts and goal
Reach its moment and high
If it has a cherished role
Every minute is of appeal
In its search and finding way
If your love is for real
It’s like sunshine every day

Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013
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