Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Your Love Is My Love


Your love is my love
In the hours passing by
Like the clouds so array of
Every drift of a rising sky
Hearts in a turning turn
Flowing and giving a beat
Like a passion inside burn
Each lonesome day and street

Your love is a glowing fire
Dressed in colors of burn
A heart’s fulfillment desire
On every corner’s turn
Like flowers of cast away
Or the unspoken words
Every turn to another day
With the flying away birds

My love is for always
Deep inside its dim night
Where fire forgotten plays
In the turning of the light
And the heart’s always true
Desires of its deep flame
Footsteps of morning renew
Something life can’t tame

Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014

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