Our Love.... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Our love is our ways
like the clouds going by,
in moment's it plays
and each tie must try.
The time moves on
and everything goes,
but love's never gone
it just grows and grows.

We have this in touch
feelings of affection,
a love that loves so much
to give ways direction.
For life is always learning
what is to give and wake,
and we from it learning
what love can really make.

Our love is freshness
like summer gardens new,
each time a caress
to say "I love you".
And remember its way
when it happened to you,
like a summer day
it was fresh and new.