Into My Arms Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Into my arms
I can not hold,
love bold and charms
now into the cold.
Times have so gone
into the blue,
but I'll carry on
remembering you

Life is such try
into every going,
the low times and high
some we are knowing.
Directed to the heart
giving a feeling,
ways and each start
dreams of us stealing.

Believe in existence
the ways things are done,
love ways and trance
and life with its fun.
Nothing is forever
it somehow goes away,
dreams we had together
It'd meet another day.

Into my arms
those memories are still,
like a bouquet of blooms
those days did fulfill.
Feelings from outside
getting now through,
but memories do abide
and live about you.