To An Unknown Destiny Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All our love is like clouds in the sky,
Running around to an unknown destiny.
Before space runs out we must try,
To be honest to protect and keep free.
In every thought and moments of time,
We gave, to remember each other well.
To forget affections is almost as a crime,
For there is no one else - of love to tell.

Like the blue heaven above the earth,
Is there something for us to understand?
To give importance, to passion and birth,
Is at our disposal and at our command.
For the reason of every game we play,
There is hope in a dream that we set.
We can hold on to it, or leave its way,
But we'll never then know what we'll get.

Every instant in life is too important,
Just to throw it away without a reason.
After you feel and see how it's grand,
In each turn there comes a new season.