Sweet Love - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sweet love of its many wandering ways
Through the spiky passions of each fresh play
The night to crack of dawn of many rays
Sunshine of the heart and its compartments lay
Oh tender fire of the evening blossom
Where the hour of life is in cool waves
And where each flower of beauty is from
And every new longing that love craves

The earth is because of love and its heart
A garden of passion and glowing burn
Where every feeling in instance will start
Taken to be filled in each of its turn
True love is always around to be found
And comes like circling sea waves around