From time to the next time, there will grow love <br />While the hours rush in to be quite happy <br />Like drifting hazy curves from above <br />In their moments go, quietly and snappy <br />There shall certainly be some beauty too <br />That make us see something we wish to keep <br />From sky above high and faraway blue <br />All those longitude of distances deep <br /> <br />So much pleasure to come and meet the eyes <br />Full of wonderment for us to adore <br />With a glimpse in the evening surprise <br />That we want more of it and always more <br />Each fantasy afar shall make us glad <br />If we for a minute have become little sad<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-the-hours-rush-in/
