Words I'Ve Never Spoken

Words I’ve never spoken are those I’ll never write, like words that might recall the glow I felt one night. . . One choice lifetime’s fragment I took for paradise. . . a time for which my memory alone cannot suffice. One summer’s whispered end. . . your feel, your touch, your scent, your lashes on my cheek, the pure enrapturement. . . your hands and hair like silk, your pause to gaze on me - they seem more an illusion now than past reality. Words I’ve never spoken are those I’ll never write, like words that might recall the glow I felt one night. . . No words can bring to life the fleeting ghost of you. You haunt my empty hours; there’s nothing I can do, for if you think of me, I guess I’ll never know. And how you made me thrill no words can ever show. Words I’ve never spoken are those I’ll never write, like words that might recall the glow I felt one night. . .