Those Ardor Flames - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every dream is just a hold and bliss
In its never done and always twinkling
Those moments like glowing of fancy kiss
That with their misty thoughts on is sprinkling
Like dreams of night that soon comes again
Giving their vows in their fullest vision
Those meet any reality in their truest feign
Without gasp of existing precision

Like pulse that is falling or love breathing
In its timeless passion and on going
The warmth of its high or low down seething
Those ardor flames in the eyes glowing
Each heart this to hold and give of its way
Like daybreak that comes with glimpse in ray