Nobody Knows How Love Can Be Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nobody knows how love can be
When it's inside these feelings
Incisive moods those are always free
From every tempered healings
You’re so engaged in the heart true
Always from inside so whole
Coming through ways to renew
With every purpose and role

What you are giving is hope for me
Music and rhythms dealings
Something that always is set to be
Lots of its moods and peelings
Love is trouble and pleasure in vain
In handling its own luck
Sometimes it comes in feelings of pain
Getting in nowhere hopes stuck

Feelings those are anything more
Love that is a dream away
You are never though of this sure
Just like the day in its play
Finding a heart that moves you on
Is never too easy at all
So much is drifting till it's gone
Going like leaves in the fall