Man Is For His Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I carry only love
For reasons I don't know
My heart is full thereof
The inside burning glow
I can not have enough
For time are never still
And play is always rough
With promises to fulfill

My hope will die or be
Like winter is for now
No love is here for free
It's just how reasons go
Leaves may fall and die
When autumn is all done
Gray become every sky
But my love carries on

Birds are for the singing
And man is for his heart
Connecting and stringing
Emotions that are apart
Like every essence flowing
So much is for the same
Hush-hush dissent knowing
Every moxie secret flame