Peter S. Quinn Poems

How do you love me?
If you don´t tell
Is it a love of free?
Or one inside its spell
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This time of year is of its magical twist
Behold these shadows of flickering light!
When comes in sake of its cold in sight
With flowing on thoughts in its darkish gist
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Something so ordinary coming
Making a day for you
Ground to ground everything summing
Into the things to do
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Something so playing
Into the songs I hear
Tunes never staying
Only to be somewhere
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My love keep your heart in the hour stillness
Of your voice and your eyes and sweet kisses
With dreams that come along in their fullness
And for time and a being one surly misses
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Every word for every day
Is all I have to give
This and that in my own way
Is how I come to live
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Hear the words in each life say
With the coming of the full day
Though everything is soon to be gone
Our heart and love is never done
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I am ordinary as you
Making my own in my living
Something of sweet too
In my worth of giving
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See the light in the day that is all going
Falling through every cloud in the sky
Every wishful thinking there on glowing
With the ways that the evening will die
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In my saying there is a playing that goes on
In each reckless and abandoning ways
From the understanding through thin air plays
That to my wonder of cold front is gone
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