Let Love Come 2

Let love come
With hope of spring,
Every its blossom
To moments sing;
Dreams that go by
Filling the distance,
Opening up the sky
Rich days in chance.

Let love be
Everything inside,
So lovers can see
What adores hide;
Changes of summer
Times in its show,
Colors and bloomers
In evening glow.

All that is softly
Clouds in their going,
Days in liberty
Drifting and slowing;
Let love be still
Lovers precious hours,
Blossoming hill
Bouquets of flowers.

by Peter S. Quinn

Comments (1)

blossoming hills, I like it, thanks.