So Much Burning On That Flame Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day is like the same
Nothing coming easily
So much burning on that flame
That’s what it is and used to be
Rising twilight into dawn
And coming close to morning
From the night of starry gown
Into the new day burning

What we say must be the fact
Filling something of a need
Countless apprehension of act
Is what you must proofread
When it comes to love’s verity
Nothing is similarities between
For its all mystic in its clarity
And never to eyes completely seen

Every day maybe the same
But nothing is further from reality
There is this love that needs tame
With its concept and mentality
Where do you start or end
With love's heart as point starting
You need to give trust and spend
Some of it so it won't be departing