Kiss Of Longings - Autumn Love Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I want to hold you dear,
And be with you forever;
For the autumn is so near,
And the growing weather.
Every step is young,
Just till it grows old;
In this autumn song,
Not all of love is told.

Our wishes fly away,
Into the winter's dream;
The morning comes gray,
And moody in between.
Years move along,
And grows then twofold;
This forgotten song,
Aging into the cold.

This passional heat,
Like summer dulcet;
To blossoms plead:
Do not wither yet.
Let my tears to you fall,
Water the dryness;
For each very small,
Bloom still young and fresh.

Little sunshine flowers,
You will not get lost?
In the morning showers,
Before coming frost.
Roses will shade more,
In the falls blue whim;
And we know for sure,
Frost roses aren't dim.

All our life is twofold,
Shadings in the eyes;
Some tears we can't hold,
In our love's goodbyes.
Gladness comes and goes,
Grieve then all hides;
For winter winter blows,
Nothing here abides.

Love is in the eyes:
Is of feeling and touch;
Beaming through the skies.
Sun that says so much.
Love is song of romance,
Love is in the air;
Sweetest scent and blanch,
Sometimes everywhere.

Love is all alive,
Love is me in longings;
When the morning arrives,
And the summer sings.
It has all been said before,
Because it is, what it is;
And it is always, always more,
Than the strongest wish.

Eternally on it goes,
Just like the morning shine;
That with a kindle glows,
First on the horizon line.
Everything shall be born,
Out from the deep and dark;
So will this lovely morn,
Come to you with a spark.