In The Love Of Each Tomorrow Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is love in the love of each tomorrow
With all a stranger can give from to know
The words of your feelings, in times borrow
Will come as they must and then again go
If nowhere is created anywhere around
You will lose every view of the going beat
Something else than love - is then there found
That's not for a passion to give or treat

Round the squares - through the corners of life
There are shapeless forms for each new turn
Every hour's sidewalks scene on to strife
Until from something in life you will learn
A heart is close to the signs of each touch
And its gives to its being just as much