Where Love Comes Inside (From, Dried Flowers) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Where love comes inside - this way for crying,
With tears that daybreak in the blue blossoms;
Silver soft nonsense and wisdom amalgams,
A dropp that glitters before eye beautifying.
Some little inside of someone's sweet thought,
Its horizon of hope endless deep sky;
What dim shadow silvery a heart has taught,
Through mist of the panes that in corners lie.
Yellow of evening that glitters to grey,
And give just a moment before its old;
All what is given of sun golden ray,
Before the dawn - and the day can not hold.
Sweet like a breeze or the love that is near,
All what's within - one falling lonely tear!