On Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All love is like a love song
With feelings that come and go
All what the heart shall long
And much of it you already know

The deep of the edge inside
Listening encircles of dreams
Sunshine and shadows that hide
All what in life unreal seems

The forest of songs and colors
Reveled in summer set days
Just like the breeze that hollers
As when its harp in heart plays
Calling by life fires and name
Overtaken of its never return
The endless of oceans deep flame
That inside of lovers always burn

Nothing does matter on where
All is of touch in its hours
Heart burning feelings everywhere
With scent of its falling flowers
Love that calls out and calls
Just like the dreamless night
When everything from inside falls
Of love that has lost its flight

All love is like a love song
Making its burning and flame
Weak with its beat or strong
Never returning its feelings the same