Love Is (#2) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Bring me through times hopeful of being
Light that is surrendered in tenderness
Like feelings of softly inside caress
That always its powerful wings are freeing
Love a compassion and thought that is seeing
Something to give in its ever transgress
You and I in self-serving becoming less
Every true love's footsteps guaranteeing

Love is us clasping like a closing flower
Giving out happiness for its own call
That expires never to lofty skies air
Every earth's emanating fresh hour
That never to blanching leaves must fall
Because you are always in love and near