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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 y...
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Legends tell of a face

  In the realm of endless love to you I swear, A promise unyielding, beyond any to compare, Through the endless windows of history's eternal grace, No sight rivals that, than the sweetness of your gracious face. Legends tell of a face, Romes golden prize, A theft launching ships 'neath these azure skies, Doubts arise like whispers in the gale, If I were to loose you, could the forests, fires and winds prevail? It is said that for generations people have fallen for your face, Yet I doubt no printed copies, could match your blended grace, A beauty so pure, through centuries refined, I find you buried deep into my very mind.
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Admist the concrete halls

Admist the concrete halls _by Waldt Steyn_ Admist the concrete halls it stands, Where echoes of eras rise from sands, It's walls adorned with stories in silent art, Beats something foreign, my lady's heart. Found within it's chambers are treasures that shine and gleam, It's artifacts follow it's timeless theme, Near it's symphony of colours, a true piece of art, Stands something foreign, my lady's heart. Where eye's reflect from glass planes that stand, A girl, a masterpiece, in transient sands, No fitted frame or marbel statue grace, Hunched over is my lover's gracious face.
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Her beauty is like no other

Her beauty is like no other by Waldt Steyn No eyes of stars shall grace this verse, Yet their charm, no gem can disperse, For your light shines from eyes with grace, It outshines all jewels in any place. Your skin is flawed, as silk be fair, Yet it tells stories and memories, I can't help but stare, Each flaw a map drawn in with lead, A statement, a path, the life you tread. Though you may fade and your perfume depart, Your scent remains, and lingers in my heart, A fragrance of love, one worthy to weep, A treasure more precious than secrets we keep. So here lies my tribute, a verse that's sincere, To your beauty that's unequivocally clear, In your imperfections a work of art shines, A love untamed by conventional lines.
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