Peter S. Quinn Poems

Love is pure in dark
Mysteries in their own
Glow in time's own spark
Something not now shown
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Blackbird's sings a sweetest song,
Of love life's futures intend;
In his tune you can hear him long,
Though it's mere flute in blend.
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Gently gently my sweetest summer rose,
Give your fragrance and new tints of beauty;
So much pleasure - never in overdose,
Lovely symphony of shades - in tutti!
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I believe in yesterdays with fine tunes
Where new spring came through in fineness's touch
Where love song were sung 'I love you so much'
And feelings meant all in its afternoons
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The wild beauty is coming in clear new
With ravines winter's territory
The aflame of frosty fires to see
Majesty of coldness that comes through
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Oh, a new day is starting
to roll on and on,
the old ways are departing
and old habits soon are gone.
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picture in the sky
a night of soul fire

deliciously holds
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Your name in my name,
Our love is like poetry;
Running water burning flame,
What you give and set to be.
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Life is what it is
a touch of every hour,
a blue sky's bliss
and a darling young flower.
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O my heart
here you come,
a seed to start
and be a blossom.
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