Behold The Very Fine - Of Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Behold the very fine
That comes to give its made
A read between a line
Of every love’s grade

A day of night and dreams
Those give an affluent way
The touching inside streams
That with a heart might play

So much is returned here
And given with feeling's fire
It seems so in mind near
Of every its desire

The written words you give
And ask for even more
For if we them can live
We have something in store

Of love that's not unreal
But something that emerges true
That is of the means we feel
To be there and always new

We must so give and take
That we do it truly believe
And inside the imagining awake
That we might there conceive