Love Is Such A Ruthless Way (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love is such a ruthless way
To many of its mores turnings
With the impossible it will play
Closer to hold its burnings
Raising those rainbows deep
From its magic inside out
Not many of its trinkets to keep
When you know its skies about

Eyes that nestle in the beauty
Many times by various glances
Begin to become of only duty
When its golden wand dances
Hand in hand it's all really true
The impracticable of its charms
And it's a lot up to me and you
To avoid its much plainly harms

At day its stars desert the sky
And its dream becomes in vain
Wings of inside that cannot fly
Lure in thrilling hard to explain
Like an ocean rushing to shore
Giving salty water of the deep
For one more desire to contour
When again it awakes from sleep