Inside-What Never Gets Old Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love is just like a glow
Coming before the sunset
Waves of the onward flow
Where water and stone meet
Leaves of growing trees
Flowers in the new bed
Clouds drifting in the breeze
Colors the rainbow bled

Just like you and me
Anything which is true
Respect that comes to be
Always quite and through
Sunday mornings so fair
Silently logging there on
Summer's sweetness in air
Every day's delighted fun

Each of the hours that plays
With our heart and beat
Giving what never stays
Spring coming to each street
Something you can not hold
Filling your soul and enjoyed
Inside - what never gets old?
Desires that never are destroyed