When Each Love Comes Easily (From, Dried Flowers) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When each love comes easily to your heart,
And gives the way to many summer days;
The feeling of love and how it must start,
You know - and how it touches each the ways.
All inside the world I must now embrace,
And fill with my new longings that are strong;
For the gentle winds will come to unlace,
All what is now and to each purpose belong.
The tender music so joyous to this earth,
With all the trials that have past before;
Each thoughtful hour that was of any worth,
And is gone to the unknown unnamed shore.
Oh pleasant ways that are so good to me,
I have heard your laughter so warm and free.