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Never Known, Never Will

Guest author James Ryder writes…


That dusk upon us, the soft rock beneath us…

Never known, a face more divine

A smile so perfect, loved to be the reason

Her hair so elegant

The winds that it swirled, would give anything to be in its way

A Voice so sweet and smooth

In her whisper I heard, the sound of elixir

Her eyes so fine

Lucky was me, when I pleased her sight

So wonderful it was, just the thought of being

The thought of having (more…)