Words I'Ve Never Spoken
Words I’ve never spoken
are those I’ll never write,
like words that might recall
the glow I felt one night. . .
One choice lifetime’s fragment
I took for paradise. . .
a time for which my memory
alone cannot suffice.
One summer’s whispered end. . .
your feel, your touch, your scent,
your lashes on my cheek,
the pure enrapturement. . .
your hands and hair like silk,
your pause to gaze on me -
they seem more an illusion now
than past reality.
Words I’ve never spoken
are those I’ll never write,
like words that might recall
the glow I felt one night. . .
No words can bring to life
the fleeting ghost of you.
You haunt my empty hours;
there’s nothing I can do,
for if you think of me,
I guess I’ll never know.
And how you made me thrill
no words can ever show.
Words I’ve never spoken
are those I’ll never write,
like words that might recall
the glow I felt one night. . .
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