Sonnet 119, Now There Is... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sonnet 119, Now There Is...



Now there is a sweetest song in my heart,
It will not become quiet, or go away;
Each love and pleasure is an endless start,
Longer it takes, the longer it will stay.
Moments are just minutes in our short time,
Freshly flowing water to the deep sea;
Like every word has its hidden true rime,
So has each feeling its love bearing tree.
You are a part of constant timeless light,
Burning like sun in the stellar dark sky;
Forever and ever in the lonesome night,
Boundless full of passion that ne'er can die.
You are a guide of true feelings and touch,
Everything you do, says: I love you so much.

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