I love you because I love you,
All my words will all tell you so,
I hope that my feelings are true,
From inside and to where you go.
This feeling's of joy and freshness,
All the whiles that make out to one,
For happiness and its sweet caress,
Of moments that are flown and gone.
This love is of every season,
From inside and the outside going,
With every its feeling and depart.
I tell you this - without a reason,
Just dreams of its steady flowing,
- From all that comes from my heart.
All 4513 poems by Peter S. Quinn