Softly Spoken Words Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You will always see me crying
When love reaches to my soul
Otherwise I would be dying
With no passion and no role
For I will try my heart to give
What I can and must accomplish
It is like the ways we must live
To be real for so much of this

Try my words take them to you
Burn their flame in your fire
Give it all and give it your new
Softly spoken words of desire
I am yours to take and adore
Fly with the sky of the moods
Reaching out till dying for more
Passionate ways lovers’ food

Words true regard with deep
Songs that are spoken ardent
Rain drops that for spring weep
All what's not said only meant
If you know me it's reflexively
To every wave of love's motion
Where love begins, is born free
From passion of its eternal ocean