Maybe True Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Maybe true love is here
With everything that glows
Dreams of night everywhere
In fresh summerset goes

Moss is covered in blooms
Little reddish and white
Birds in their making grooms
Day and thru every night

Maybe true love is you
Flying in moods tenderly
Evening and daybreaks thru
Always on wings cross free

Yesterday as new tomorrow
Finding its route and way
Splendid landscape borrow
every on rising new day

Maybe true love is bliss
On to the tides new mode
Evenings and morning kiss
Daybreak’s mounting ode

The feelings of happy joy
In with summer increase
That not anything can destroy
Now for a time shall please