Sonnet 81, In Each These Seasons Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In each these seasons there should be love to all,
Though new things come to bring us forth in hours;
Passion's in every human's heart and call,
Such trust enforces and minutes empowers.
Let days thus shine into the dateless night,
And bringing moments to their brightest high;
Affection's best of all the human's right,
And is the beacon our heart should comply.
What heart can find you should not lose or break,
Nor give hate for there is no need for con;
Each love's a feeling tender to up wake,
To carry across and move us further on.
Your love is what will stay in time and close,
Don't let it pale out like a summer rose.