When Love Is Calling Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When love is calling in the summer air
And everything fits perfectly on
With their moments that never seem all gone
Because so much wonderful is still here
There is always magic of fresh kissing
Every day to our own small advance
In reaching dream to reality's truest chance
Before those moments again were missing

When a heart is so close up in its drift
Finding the thoughts to give away or take
For the summer is like a freshly new gift
With all the blossoms from seed to awake
In the never ending that is on showing
Before these times forever are going