Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You may think this is a blah blah, but it actually isn’t…

Love is an easy word
More or less always so
You may go on and flirt
Nobody needs to know
Lovers have used it much
Given each dream a flow
Somewhere there is a touch
And maybe even a glow

Play with each its sentence
You might find something too
Flowing on each repentance
Everything is there up to you
Words sometimes come easy
Right from this point on
Then disappearing in a wheezy
Into oblivion all drawn

Why it is so I don't know
What is the point in such reason?
Just let it pass - have its flow
When there is love in the season
Love is so much to say
Bringing some inside in
Letting it have its way
Take with a heart throbbing spin