Promises Of Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Promises of love
They come and go on by
Like sun and cloud above
Until again they’ll die
Feelings best for you and me
Turning our hearts around
Making our promises free
In their compartments pleasurably

So much of love has gone
Into the emission of time
And never provided then one
But only been in their rime
Nothing that was for real
Or touched the way to give
In each their different feel
That I through them did live

Promises not lies
Those never come near enough
Are lost in time that dies
Or sometimes act like bluff
The heart therefore reveals
Each its way and possibilities
How a day to day it feels
In all its many capabilities