O Love Come Here Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A sumptuous dawn in your eyes unfolds,
In secret shadows where your fire glows.
I sense your breath like marigold parades,
A whispering tide where the daylight sways.

Your voice becomes a hymn of rainy grace,
Stirring the echoes of a sleeping vine.
In fervent silence, passion finds its space,
Where tender dreams merge wholly with divine.

O Love! Come here—drench my scorched desire,
Fill the void within this trembling field.
Your wild caress ignites each quiet fire,
In night's soft arms, all wounded hopes are healed.

In love's full bloom we claim what hearts implore—
O Love, arrive and give your boundless more.