Before Love Was Our Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Before love was our to go on and live by
With a new morning wavered through the streets
Nothing mattered in its coming of treats
Because our day was young in the new sky
The rooms of houses full of coloring shade
With the tunnels of dreams that we once found
Each hour to our love infinity made
With pleasures and questions coming around

Darkness from gardens still empty of sorrow
For nothing had been abandoned or decayed
We had our futures fresh in tomorrow
Everything in first steps further on made
Love that belongs to plentiful of spring
Holding together beauty in pearly string