Where The Roads Of Love Shall Touch (From Minutes Of Falling Days) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Let's be in our true dreaming forever
Where a heart's pounding timelessly on
And roots of words become near and clever
Never to real feelings of love be done
The summer lease of flowers fair and white
Golden features of a dawning sky
The moods of never aging fading light
That gives each passion afar and high
Dreams that come to change each understanding
Untrimmed feelings that day to day shines
Their possession and footsteps commanding
That improvement of exact stance finds
Where the roads of love shall touch on and go
Within days of caress - its pulsated flow