For Each Passion
For each passion is another one waiting
With its time of wings to come in and fly
Through the blueness of every hope's sky
And to all disintegrating debating
The basket of your love is like strawberries
With enchantment to clean every shine
And give of heart its momentarily line
That brings away distress and worldly worries
Oh come here and fly with me in to sky bright
Where hope is conquering all happiness
Giving itself to every higher flight
That is from inside from feelings and caress
Sweet temperate ways forever shall live
If you with your touch have something to give
By Peter S. Quinn
© 2008 Peter S. Quinn
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