There is love in every close heart, <br />Never to go away or die; <br />For in love there's no end or start, <br />Only the ways we try. <br /> <br />And what it is, it's full of glory, <br />And sweetest things we know; <br />There is no end to its story, <br />And only it can always grow. <br /> <br />It's the things we treasure truly, <br />When we search for the truth; <br />And still it is yet the only, <br />True fountain of our youth. <br /> <br />There is love and wishes too, <br />In young wings that now fly; <br />Across sunset lonesome blue, <br />As autumn says soon goodbye. <br /> <br />And everything is turning gray, <br />With darkish starry nights; <br />Until in early spring of May, <br />In the returning of the lights. <br /> <br />I'll say to you I love you, <br />There is no need for any more <br />Words, than these, those are true, <br />To be confidently assure. <br /> <br />There is love in every close heart, <br />Never to go away or die; <br />For in love there's no end or start, <br />Only the ways we try.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-love-in-every-close-heart/
