Ive never thought of you

 I've Never Thought of You

By Waldt Steyn


I do not think of you when I wake,

Yet you are the dawn who keeps my dreams forsake,

In the gentle lull of morning's embrace,

Your essence lingers, leaving me awake.


I do not think of you with the morning sun,

Yet your warmth unfolds, like petals one by one

Born in the golden strokes that paint the day,

A memory of you stays not at bay.


I do not think to you as the moon draws near, 

Yet your voice dances like crystals, ever so clear,

Here and there, in every sphere 

Your presence whispers, ever so near.


I do not think of you when twilight falls,

Yet your shadows continue to paint these hallowed halls,

In the clouds far up in the dark sky above,

Lies your face that I simply can not unlove.


I do not think of you as the stars emerge,

Yet your name is woven through every swerve, 

In all the constellations, in every gleam I see,

In the tapestry of the cosmos, lies your love's melody.


I do not think of you when dreams arrive,

Yet you are the dream that keeps my soul alive,

In dream's domain, where night's fabric's tight,

Your love's embrace, is where I eternally thrive.


"I've Never Thought of You", I once believed, 

But you are the symphony that my heart had conceived,

In every heart beat, in every whispered sigh,

It's you, dear love, that makes my spirit fly.

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