Love Is - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love is the handful of earth and its song
The summer ongoing of meadows and green
The reach of your wishing and what you'll long
Every tempered shade that lies there between
Your roses that glow in multiplying colors
A river that throbs to its way to sea
Like thunder that roars and to the sky hollers
Everything of mood inside of me

Each beautiful dream extinguished and far
Deep of every delight that comes through
Thoughts making your voice to show who you are
Like flame that reflects and always is new
Love is the kissing and burning across
And never to nothing is in for loss