Take a ride in moonless night,
Show your depth of love and might;
It's a struggle it's a fight,
These feelings inside.

The entire world's a love story,
Full of coruscate and glory;
Of bruised hearts we are sorry,
Love goes into night.

Glimmering thoughts wonder stars,
Folks chatting in coffee bars;
Souls are kept in little jars,
Give me love that's right.

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/29-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/