Sonnet 101, Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I loved you more dearly than anything,
Though you are like the whitening rose;
Those beautiful colours to the summer sing,
Of shades that forever to memories froze.
Like the river that swims clear and free,
You gave me longings that dreams are for;
Of roots so profound I can not but be,
With you in an eternity for evermore.
Sky so clear and blue - a cloudless amaze,
How could it be that we could depart;
With feelings so full and hope of grace,
That came directly from both of our heart.
Why do we both wither as we grow old?
Why can't love be forever wishes to hold?