Sonnet 5, All Love Is Ageless Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All love is ageless to each tender feel,
And all I say is done so more with touch;
For feeling in the heart, in minds are real,
Like words that you say when you love so much.
Like pleasures come and go with each flower,
My roses need more shading in the fall;
For then the love is darker with each hour,
Before the changing winter's frosty call.
Remember times forgotten - nameless miss,
When all our longing turn to longings still;
As each man's moment is also his bliss,
That pleasure from his ego must not kill.
Dreams are for hours and minutes to enjoy.
Though realistic minds them sometimes destroy.