Love Is A Tender While Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love is a tender while
Everything to find
Touch and a feeling’s style
From body and mind
Like sun it’s rising high
Forming from asunder
Blossoms that never die
In heights of its thunder
Love is you and me
All from its inside blossom
Forever wild and free
In all its new act to come

Summer like a sunrise shade
Free with all it’s giving
From the inner self made
Made with a form of living
Dream of mankind´s fires
Teardrops of a rainy day
All from passion’s desires
In its most intimated play
When you’re giving free will
Fantasy play and a touch
Climbing the freedom’s hill
With love that’ll love so much

Love is a tender while
Never to go on blind
Future walks every its mile
New kind of passion to find
Tides of its deep ocean
Coming to enduring shore
Footsteps of giving emotions
All that a free will can store
In that we can accomplish
Inside and further far out
Dream that becomes a wish
That´s what love´s about