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if ... if i knew her loving arms i could say she holds me like the sun holds the earth in the darkness of deep space but i do not know her arms i do not know her warm embrace if i knew the scent of her skin i could easily write in rhyme how the dawn's waking air explodes into a rich bouquet but i do not know her fragrance i do not know her that way if i knew the taste of her lips i could describe just how sweetly her kisses fall on mine like drops of morning blue but i do not know her kisses i do not know her like others do if i knew the sound of her nighttime whispers i could capture every wishful note and pen them to a simple song of true and hopeful hearts but i do not hear her softest voice i do not hear where that music starts if i knew the depth of her smiling eyes i guess i could find the best of words to share her perfect beauty so completely rare and wonderfully whole but i do not see into the depth of her eyes and still despite all that i do not know i feel her love touching my soul Copyright © Kennedy James, 2015. All rights reserved.