No Dreams Fly Away (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

For you no dreams fly away,
For you over clouds in blue;
Each love's a feeling to play,
What becomes true or untrue.
The nights are what days are not for,
Of something that's more of and more.

To you I will give everything,
To you every pleasure I find;
Inside is a song that will sing,
Like a day that in morn will shine.
The nights are what days are not for,
Of something that's more of and more.
To give and adore - the taken promisor.