Sonnet 85, Is There A Time To Know Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Is there a time to know your precious heart?
Before all the tick tacks there goes away?
I will do mine, if you will share your part,
Counting on our honest love, day by day.
Melodies sounding can move us along,
Pictures and landscapes are magical too;
Sometimes the sweetest temper of a song,
Help us to accomplish, get our self through.
Yesterday's no different than before,
Complications can come to each our try;
Each one is different, each one needs more,
Before they wither and say their last goodbye.
There is a time for every new season,
Each has its magical moment and reason.