Love Is The Deepest Feeling

Love is the deepest feeling that goes for all And gives of its height its wheat and fresh snow Its hill and its meadows, if found, you'll know What makes the water in rivers that call It is of summer as much as the fall Unquenched among climbing vines, those go In lights of fire in the bush that will glow Through the walking of time and its enthrall The dark leaves that fall in the passing day May reach every crown of cold and heat Be delight of springtime or desert way At dawn coming blossom or night bittersweet Love is like peace always quite hart to reach It takes precious time to give from and teach *Best wishes to all and a Happy New Year! I wish you all Love and Peace … Peter S. Quinn