All Inside This Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There was a time
All inside this
In morning’s prime
The first of kiss
When light embraces
The hours on
And new dawn laces
To twilight's gone

There was a way
With passion's flame
In a new born day
Not done the same
When words were whole
Of inspirations thought
That had their goal
In what they ought

There is a word
That is worth knowing
That often occurred
When thoughts were flowing
It was of the kisses
New morning gives
One sometimes misses
When a loss relives