Sonnet 133, Perfect Petal Of A Rose Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Is anything in the evening so wonderful?
As quivering leaves, in the fair breeze blow;
Each thoughtless lonely moment is dull,
If it has no passion wings with to go.
My heart is with you always through the night,
Though it may wander, just a little bit;
For some of my thoughts are profound in flight,
Perhaps more than I would care to admit.
But forsake me not for speaking this phrase,
Which flies across sentence, more in believes;
Anything of feeling's quite a sudden blaze,
We to Cupid's heart, just two mortal thieves.
The question then is why love comes so close,
As that of perfect petal of a rose.