Pictures In The Sky Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Pictures in the sky,
Fall apart when clouds die,
So it is with love too,
It comes, then it goes, with you.

I have thought about it all,
Colors here, with fading fall,
Kisses are of moment small,
Then away with passion stroll.

Pictures in the sky,
Are what imaginations imply,
Always changing into new
Images, only for you.

Could I hold my moments still,
So I may my love up fill,
With your words, that gave me reason,
Before, I found out their treason.

Promises with me, you kept not,
All love words, you have forgot,
Load of passion, is a lot,
When every word, is in a clot.