<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:48:39.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Love Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-1712063199663604495</id><published>2009-07-01T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:36:14.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/3678696132/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/3678696132_cb9d39d8ab_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/3678696132/"&gt;The Music Factory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/peter_s_quinn/"&gt;Peter S. Quinn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-1712063199663604495?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1712063199663604495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=1712063199663604495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/1712063199663604495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/1712063199663604495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-factory.html' title='The Music Factory'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/3678696132_cb9d39d8ab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-8576337165522804235</id><published>2009-02-27T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:04:00.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>Moon of love's longings is springtime away&lt;br /&gt;The seaweed from the oceans of times light&lt;br /&gt;Secret clarity of the ongoing night&lt;br /&gt;When the new opens through to make a day&lt;br /&gt;When winters journey will end with stars and ice&lt;br /&gt;And bring to the air the fragrances new&lt;br /&gt;That comes with morning of clearances through&lt;br /&gt;As tomorrow gives peek into blue skies&lt;br /&gt;O hear days are chanting infinity's glow&lt;br /&gt;Through the rivers of time in the making&lt;br /&gt;And melting away the wintry cold snow&lt;br /&gt;That the feelings of moody were aching&lt;br /&gt;Carnations of shine with shadows falling&lt;br /&gt;For now is the spring of tomorrow calling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-8576337165522804235?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8576337165522804235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=8576337165522804235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/8576337165522804235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/8576337165522804235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-4587762336844210021</id><published>2009-02-26T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:11:15.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#11</title><content type='html'>Like a far off love that becomes a day&lt;br /&gt;Because the outlook are right to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Every dream that is waiting inside still&lt;br /&gt;When the moments are asleep and away&lt;br /&gt;The love song that is like drops of anguish&lt;br /&gt;Wavering tones in together cleft&lt;br /&gt;For heart that's still or in beating´s bereft&lt;br /&gt;And longs only love in its conquering wish&lt;br /&gt;The seconds that leach in distance nearest&lt;br /&gt;Will dissolve like silhouette beautiful dreams&lt;br /&gt;And come to love that is closest and dearest&lt;br /&gt;When off in deep of wonderment it seems&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the hour that wholly is asking&lt;br /&gt;How it can become a moment of tasking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-4587762336844210021?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4587762336844210021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=4587762336844210021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/4587762336844210021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/4587762336844210021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/11.html' title='#11'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-4651160060654611178</id><published>2009-02-11T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:08:47.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>Love is like a kiss to bleak loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of emotions running through to give&lt;br /&gt;Following that track to be born and live&lt;br /&gt;Each of your daybreak of closest caress&lt;br /&gt;That comes from within to bring to the out&lt;br /&gt;So much of roots that have grown from in there&lt;br /&gt;Flowing like a song for you to fill with care&lt;br /&gt;All that's like water in the tides about&lt;br /&gt;Summer and autumns will carry its shade&lt;br /&gt;Fill each effort with its current waves&lt;br /&gt;For you only its gems stones are made&lt;br /&gt;To bring in to its goodbye a heart that craves&lt;br /&gt;So much of you that make every bloom&lt;br /&gt;In our together roots that never should doom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-4651160060654611178?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4651160060654611178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=4651160060654611178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/4651160060654611178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/4651160060654611178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-2640821800914350351</id><published>2007-05-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:07:03.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#9</title><content type='html'>There is a reason to give and to go&lt;br /&gt;All of the temptations of every each&lt;br /&gt;The fingers that smoothly feeling will teach&lt;br /&gt;And give every touch their intimate first glow&lt;br /&gt;Every reason beyond in the new flow&lt;br /&gt;That comes like an echo of clouds breeze blow&lt;br /&gt;The roots of the morning that to your reach&lt;br /&gt;Colors your ways and some shades bleach&lt;br /&gt;Little words sending into the found heart&lt;br /&gt;Like flames that do flicker before they're lost&lt;br /&gt;Each the gusting on flowing with their rampart&lt;br /&gt;The memories twisted inside and tossed&lt;br /&gt;Each the future of hope that comes here still&lt;br /&gt;Moments of luck the hours thereon fulfill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-2640821800914350351?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2640821800914350351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=2640821800914350351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/2640821800914350351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/2640821800914350351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2007/05/9.html' title='#9'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-6695802114454598799</id><published>2007-05-03T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:05:20.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#8</title><content type='html'>Come here into the night of distances Farwell&lt;br /&gt;The seraphs are trooping on and on all there&lt;br /&gt;In its long forgotten road of its many foretell&lt;br /&gt;The moments they come and go in their blare&lt;br /&gt;Clouds of many moods the kisses beyond&lt;br /&gt;With the whimpering footsteps that you see&lt;br /&gt;Stopping of the rivers that flowed on and donned&lt;br /&gt;Into mystic of the everlasting deep sea&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been in your wandering days? &lt;br /&gt;What have you seen with these flowing dim eyes? &lt;br /&gt;The night is so different in its many ways&lt;br /&gt;Unseen to the most what in outset there lies&lt;br /&gt;Roads are going forth for the travels to go&lt;br /&gt;Into other moments - another row!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-6695802114454598799?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6695802114454598799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=6695802114454598799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/6695802114454598799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/6695802114454598799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2007/05/8-from100-love-songs.html' title='#8'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-2996859463507912680</id><published>2007-05-03T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:03:40.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#7</title><content type='html'>Night after night there's time going somewhere&lt;br /&gt;With eyes close I see darkness there within&lt;br /&gt;Craving something of its variable own kin&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sights going sometime to its own sphere&lt;br /&gt;With the whole thing distant still in its blear&lt;br /&gt;Life that was and now's lost into twilights spin&lt;br /&gt;Flowers all closed of deep empty and sin&lt;br /&gt;Sowing its kernels born from the dark near&lt;br /&gt;More than water going lighter and lighter&lt;br /&gt;Seeking their way of uncertain flora&lt;br /&gt;Like the gust of few moments going by&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the likeness turning inside tighter&lt;br /&gt;The ongoing streaming in the veins aura&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic ways through the endless sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-2996859463507912680?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2996859463507912680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=2996859463507912680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/2996859463507912680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/2996859463507912680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2007/05/7-from100-love-songs.html' title='#7'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-6402878110614624716</id><published>2007-05-03T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:03:25.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>Rain drops falling softly onto untruth&lt;br /&gt;Wandering ways of every occasion&lt;br /&gt;And bring in the flowing forward's spring youth&lt;br /&gt;Take out and sweep every old abrasion&lt;br /&gt;Water keeps still exquisite moments bounds&lt;br /&gt;That soon will find the vaults and they divide&lt;br /&gt;To have again the flowing occurring grounds&lt;br /&gt;Which begun to rise with the in coming tide&lt;br /&gt;Every outline is together for always&lt;br /&gt;In deep dark clouds or the empty vast sky&lt;br /&gt;Of which its one is looking to amaze&lt;br /&gt;Bring their freshness to the splendid new rye&lt;br /&gt;Have not the fair for a month of Sundays&lt;br /&gt;Inside of each growth are withering ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-6402878110614624716?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6402878110614624716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=6402878110614624716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/6402878110614624716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/6402878110614624716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2007/05/6-from100-love-poems.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-3842717894146014682</id><published>2007-05-03T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:03:03.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>Each the color garden summer of bloom&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the way to the serene of blue&lt;br /&gt;Up to the sky and there drifting in new&lt;br /&gt;Cloudlet moments that come airway with room&lt;br /&gt;Roots of your beat - in the giving vacuum&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is from inside and through&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled minutes tender flickers the new&lt;br /&gt;Softly and smooth like the skin of your womb&lt;br /&gt;Roses so red and the pinkly yellow on&lt;br /&gt;Summer forest sunshine our dream beyond&lt;br /&gt;Every spurring instant - not to be done&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps from the night soon to be dawned&lt;br /&gt;Love like a butterfly that to sky wings&lt;br /&gt;Eternally on - in the heart there sings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-3842717894146014682?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3842717894146014682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=3842717894146014682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/3842717894146014682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/3842717894146014682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-from-100-love-poems.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-115912296001812526</id><published>2006-09-24T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:36:00.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>The new born day comes from a sleeping night,&lt;br /&gt;That lifts its face and gives a song to sing;&lt;br /&gt;With voice from woods that wakes and brings the light,&lt;br /&gt;From the failing shadows rising dawn will bring.&lt;br /&gt;A torn heart  knows almost if love is true,&lt;br /&gt;And if something from there's breaching or lost;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams gone far away into the blue,&lt;br /&gt;Like sky stars in dim that have crisscrossed.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn flowers to seed will go and die,&lt;br /&gt;Bleach the colors to pale yellow and red;&lt;br /&gt;Like hours obscure will rise again and fly,&lt;br /&gt;So will true love be brought up from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;Vagrant passages hidden by the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;To life convert again - aroma first fresh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-115912296001812526?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/115912296001812526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=115912296001812526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/115912296001812526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/115912296001812526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2006/09/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-115906775784071747</id><published>2006-09-23T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:15:57.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>Forest of my heart are the flowers spring,&lt;br /&gt;From the seeds of love and pure ashen;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird of wildness he comes to sing,&lt;br /&gt;All the songs he knows of true compassion.&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the clouds and dreams far away,&lt;br /&gt;From the forest of the evening in blue gown;&lt;br /&gt;When the twilight comes and dance from the day,&lt;br /&gt;And through the night of stars until new dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Waking in the hours with above glow stars,&lt;br /&gt;Tinkling their light from the distance beyond;&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings from the inside that are ours,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere from the outside rise to respond.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is within from true love to give,&lt;br /&gt;Find out the ways to go much further and live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-115906775784071747?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/115906775784071747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=115906775784071747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/115906775784071747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/115906775784071747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2006/09/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-115902021138359985</id><published>2006-09-23T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T07:03:31.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>Remember the way of the heart and air,&lt;br /&gt;Rain must fall to keep the aromas going;&lt;br /&gt;Time is of stream and the feelings to care,&lt;br /&gt;Both together like the water glowing.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the gifts from earth to your giving,&lt;br /&gt;Seeds to grow high and then flower again;&lt;br /&gt;Every true way worth of your own living,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing from there is sown then in a vain.&lt;br /&gt;Bouquets to be picked up loved more to trust,&lt;br /&gt;Everything to hold on flowers of gold;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of ways that must return to dust,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of earth you can keep on or hold.&lt;br /&gt;Water flowing - never for long it'll wait,&lt;br /&gt;Give drops of it's river - more to create.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-115902021138359985?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/115902021138359985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=115902021138359985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/115902021138359985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/115902021138359985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2006/09/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34902568.post-115902016787959297</id><published>2006-09-23T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T07:02:47.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>Love so sweet of summer gone to yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;The passion of air in the deep fragrance;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow and rage not there to give or say,&lt;br /&gt;Only the true heart that forever abundance!&lt;br /&gt;Quickly over each the tender fires are,&lt;br /&gt;Pointed the way to the love in your soul;&lt;br /&gt;Daybreak in the morning or some cloud afar,&lt;br /&gt;All which is love you can't reach or have control.&lt;br /&gt;Because the day again goes to dark night,&lt;br /&gt;And everything gives something that's of worth;&lt;br /&gt;Declare itself through thorns and heart full of insight,&lt;br /&gt;Slashing around its love from seed to birth.&lt;br /&gt;Conquer each truth from the feelings that hide,&lt;br /&gt;The routs and the maps come through the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34902568-115902016787959297?l=100lovepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/115902016787959297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34902568&amp;postID=115902016787959297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/115902016787959297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34902568/posts/default/115902016787959297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100lovepoems.blogspot.com/2006/09/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
