Feelings Are Never Free (From, Poet On Www) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Feelings are never free,
They are like fire that's dwelling;
Or flickering there about free,
Bound to enchanting spelling.
A heart is young or it's old,
With feelings that give and touch;
You can not this love hold,
Even though you long for it much.

Rustic like the leaves in fall,
The memories that grow away;
When destiny to feelings call,
There is no more or further to say.
Feelings are never free,
They're always in the hands of fate;
What must there be - must be,
And sometimes we see it too late.

Go with the dying autumn light,
Wishes that dwell on - no more;
Now is time for Icarus last flight,
With the wings that the air abhor.