Peter S. Quinn


Sonnet, Love's All In The After Hours - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love's all in the after hours I assume,
Like beautiful inspiring mood from inside,
The milder descending ingrowing bloom
That within the roots of the heart will hide;
Unburdened with any ascending hope
Striped down to faintly roots there grown,
The mountain that peaks and handles the rope:
Gives me courage - shows me, I am not alone.

I confess, my heart is beating fairly proud,
Permitting no weeping from love away,
Sometimes seeing no paths in front of me;
Like everything has its existence endowed,
For all what will come - disappear or stay,
I know what I feel isn't all what I see.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 11, 2011


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