The Love Is Singing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The love is singing
Flowers from winter song
Inside increasing bringing
For lovers heart to long

All that is missing
From the outside world
And winter's now kissing
With its blowy ice hurled

Dreams paths away
Love's never too easy
When night meets a day
Its hours are bit breezy

In the coldness of light
Fragrance from past days
Hoping near winter's night
With goblins of the grays

All love's like a star
A flowers distance meadow
Longings in their afar
The illumine of its glow