How hath it become, <br />That I now find loss, <br />Of thine face of beauty, <br />And thine words of verility... <br /> <br />My Princess, I am amiss, <br />Of such a viberant touch, <br />And whisp'r winds kiss, <br />That caress thine inner core... <br /> <br />How hath the winds change, <br />Unto whinst direction doth flow, <br />That I shalt start of search, <br />Of the breeeze I hath of know.... <br /> <br />My Princess, return thy breath, <br />An' bring of thy brighte't day, <br />let thy wind' ruffle thine leaves, <br />So that we shalt have play..........<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ever-in-search/
