A Love Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh, a love was born last night,
It came with the evening breeze;
And in the dusky light,
Above the autumn trees.
Oh love sang out to me,
With flowers, summer kissed;
This love is always free,
And longing for more thirst.
Your lips are gentle, young,
And scenting like the rose;
Your love I'll always long
For, when ever it goes.
Oh love so sweet awoke,
More tender feelings in heart;
With each touching and stroke,
The gentle breeze did start.
When wind blows its horn,
And autumn goes away;
New things will then be born,
With more to do and say.