Love, Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love, love is so tender awhile
Giving light to freedom
Smooth in its eternal style
Where all passion comes from
Living isn’t meant to be easy
Just to open up you’re giving
Each its way might be a bit breezy
In the days of its living

Love, love comes here to darkness
And be like the sky blue above
In your full of tender caresses
That each morning is of love
Rise to the shining new world
We have brought in at our own
And many ways of affection impearled
In our hearts were love has grown

Love, love comes now all to me
Like the clearance of the sky
Set my wings up to drift on free
Into the dimensions of high