Love Comes Love Goes (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love comes love goes,
Slow or fast it moves;
Like rain or wind blows,
Everywhere at once.
Love is like this too,
With each truth or lie;
Eager itself to renew,
Lover's ground and high.

Passion moves with feelings,
Gives or takes it all;
Truth is all there is,
It makes its own call.
Seeds of earth to grow,
With the ways of life;
Fast or coming slow,
With a purposes to strife.

Like the flowers on earth,
Beautiful in its thought;
Colorful of its worth,
To new stories brought.
Give your fruit or take,
With a purpose in mind;
Full of notions to awake,
Each of every new kind.

Love comes love goes,
Like the clouds each day;
In memories it glows,
And in the hearts it'll play.
You and I together now,
Break away to the sky;
With the breeze in our brow,
Going low down or high.

Love is always going free,
To dawn the early morn;
Summer will come to be,
With the seeds and the corn.
Give your fruits or take,
With a purpose in mind;
Full of notions to awake,
Each of every new kind.