Sonnet, The Love That Goes On Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Each day is like a glow on though the night
With love's aspiring into the dim deep
Like the weaving streams that the hours on keep
Until dawn comes and give its new light
Through the morning high of rise onward light
With wistful thinking for more in its sleep
That the hour’s offers in their own winding reap
And wings on to the onward path and flight
Unclasped in the pendulous love between
Of growing serene of its giving thrill
Its passion of the heart that never is seen
But keeps its approach give and then to fulfill
The love that goes on in the wishes foretold
And mature in its deep to never grow old