And Colors Hit Poem by Peter S. Quinn

We are the ones,
In endless love;
Finding ourselves,
In purest of times.
We are the ones,
Of high and of spirit;
Letting everything go,
And colors hit.

I love you so,
For ever more;
This will just grow,
Of this I'm sure.
We are the ones,
Of youth so sweet,
Let bygones,
Go, an easy street.

Of this I know,
Because of you;
Such fondness glows,
Because it's true.
And if you try,
To break away;
You'll say goodbye,
For just a day.