Love's all in the after hours I assume, <br />Like beautiful inspiring mood from inside, <br />The milder descending ingrowing bloom <br />That within the roots of the heart will hide; <br />Unburdened with any ascending hope <br />Striped down to faintly roots there grown, <br />The mountain that peaks and handles the rope: <br />Gives me courage - shows me, I am not alone. <br /> <br />I confess, my heart is beating fairly proud, <br />Permitting no weeping from love away, <br />Sometimes seeing no paths in front of me; <br />Like everything has its existence endowed, <br />For all what will come - disappear or stay, <br />I know what I feel isn't all what I see.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-love-s-all-in-the-after-hours/
