This Sweetness Of Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like the sweetest flower in spring assume
Each day is truer in its new rising high
When feelings come though and clear as the sky
In blue azure tint of its fairest bloom
Like a dream up from nowhere in breast of hill
A thought giving more in flow to astonish
Like a night from the past in its dreamy wish
Each reality of thought now to fulfill

The roots of your heart are giving so much
As earth is about in her glowing shine
And bringing you more of every touch
That hard is from inside to clearly define
This sweetness of love is what keeps time going on
With dreams to grow from it till they are gone