Love Love Love
When I was young love love love was a name
A heart that walked in the beats inside found
The sharpness of youth that was all around
In beginning of its desiring flame
As always the days went on to be old
When the abyss of time became more clear
And flames begotten in oldness year
For nothing to youth forever will hold
The dreams on the window of time be gone
Into every past that is glowing
And giving us more dust to its dust on
Before every day to night is going
What young is to old is burning too quick
Like passion desire on life's flicking wick
By Peter S. Quinn
© 2008 Peter S. Quinn
(All rights reserved)
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