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
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ever-in-search/
