Here Is To This Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Here is to this day
So lovely in its air
With feelings close and near
Coming from every way
Love is such a sweet thing
Within its opportunity
Giving you wings so free
Making your moments sing

Love has its power
With the minutes that go
Morning glow on flower
In its own glistening flow
With every dream that comes
There is something to cling to
The blooms of true blossoms
Always there made for you

Here is to this day
So lovely as it is
Opening up its bliss
In to its drifting ray
Love is never the same
In its skillful singing to
With its happiness to you
And its burning flame