Love Is… Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love is its time
and something to live,
flowers of prime
or thoughts to revive.
You and I in trust
for its evermore,
time goes dust to dust
in peace and in war.

Love is you and I
and strings between,
lows and its high
something that isn't seen.
From eye to eye
and all that is between,
we don't know reasons why
or where it has been.

Time and its past
giving much and taking,
slow minutes and fast
affectional love and aching.
You that I adore
and everything I can give,
that is what love's for
and why we trust and live.