To Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

To love for all that comes to give
Each somber ablaze from a beating heart
In rejoice now and its moments relive
Which is a feeling of muse's on start
Like bracing gold in sunshine ablaze
And rising spirit of Weavings Sea
All so much pours and its filling grace
That comes in eternally for you and me

The silvered dew on the ocean floor
The hideaway of the dark cloudlet sky
Each tempers in tinctures more and more
With question of secretly answers why
To love in its grace and hours morning
Like clearance of fire without a warning