Peter S. Quinn


Passion - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Much is of feeling
Inside of it all
Always some reeling
Before its fall
Moods that find me
Giving and taking
In entirely
Love of tender waking

No one else but you
Here now by my side
Winter’s coming thru
In icily glide
Dreams that once were true
In their darkness hide
Till spring comes new
With bright day and wide

What it all has got
In such a surprise
Passion that is hot
Quickly then dies
Sweet smile and tears
Coming and then go
Thru the days and years
And you shall again know

No one else but you
Here now by my side
Winter’s coming thru
In icily glide
Dreams that once were true
In their darkness hide
Till spring comes new
With bright day and wide

Much is of regret
Weary out a heart
Then comes neglect
Again it'll start
Torch of inside
And Making me feel
For a short abide
It becomes quite real


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010



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