Geoff Warden - Ever In Search!

How hath it become,
That I now find loss,
Of thine face of beauty,
And thine words of verility...

My Princess, I am amiss,
Of such a viberant touch,
And whisp'r winds kiss,
That caress thine inner core...

How hath the winds change,
Unto whinst direction doth flow,
That I shalt start of search,
Of the breeeze I hath of know....

My Princess, return thy breath,
An' bring of thy brighte't day,
let thy wind' ruffle thine leaves,
So that we shalt have play..........

Geoff Warden

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