Oh if you'd sing another song from heart, <br />Of charming tune with rosy words of beauty; <br />I wouldn't stop nor ever from it depart, <br />To love more tender and deeper, not duty. <br />For a fire is made from those words and song, <br />That extends each emotion so flames flickers; <br />Any heart that feels the burn can't be wrong, <br />What beauty of eyes and ears sets and triggers. <br />Eros arrows go to the heart of love, <br />And burns up your lips with hottest of kiss; <br />Different passion must fit like a glove, <br />So arrow in the air your breast won't miss. <br />To brief it a bit, a love must arise <br />From affection given, before it dies.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-127-oh-if-you-d-sing/
