Memories From Gone Days.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The sweetness of the hours
is always going on,
Some like gotten flowers
in the memories gone.
Life is much of bliss
keeping in your deep,
perhaps a past kiss
you remember in sleep.

All that you'd witnessed
or dreams not made,
feelings once caressed
in life's left debate.
Love is life's touch
giving and to take,
some remembered much
when the reality is awake.

Oh this time fulfills
pictures in my heart,
memories and stills
that love did once start.
Life is much going
to its moved on ways,
searching on knowing
memories from gone days.