I NEVER KNEW
I NEVER KNEW THERE WERE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD LIKE YOU
I NEVER KNEW TOTAL COMPLETENESS UNTIL I FOUND YOU
I NEVER KNEW THE LOVE OF A BEAUTIFUL BLACK MAN
I NEVER KNEW THE LOVE A REAL MAN'S HAND
I NEVER KNEW THE POWER OF HIM SAYING IT'S OKAY I UNDERSTAND
I NEVER KNEW HOW LOVE COULD CHANGE YOUR OUTLOOK ON LIFE
I NEVER KNEW HAPPINESS THAT COULD TAKE AWAY THE STRIFE
I NEVER KNEW....UNTIL THERE WAS YOU
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| A MAN'S GLORY | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| THE TWO OF US | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| I NEVER KNEW | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| HAD TO HAVE | 1 | 08/16/2009 |
| MILLENNIUM WOMAN | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| WHAT KIND OF MAN | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| MY HEARTS DESIRE | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| MY HEARTS DESIRE | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
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