Never Was

There nEver was a sunset so sumptuous as the first, when creation birthed the grand fire that dashed its light out upon the solar system, exploding into a brilliant blue across Earth's vast sky. There nEver was a girl so pretty and perfect as the girl next door, who would thief your heart with a stolen glance and make you dream of angels and futures and love found in your very own backyard. There nEver was a peach, so ripe and full of juices that the mound positively erupted in your mouth, overtaking every sense until you were slave to each bite, and all that was and ever would be again was that fuzzy fruit. There nEver was a day so perfect that you would enjoy every second, savor each moment as if time itself were joy unbound, and to reach the midnight hour and the closing of the day would be like unto death itself. There nEver was a love so grand that it defeated all time and space, not bound by the laws of physics but transcending all rules and crushing them under love's heel, defining its grandness by mocking all the barriers of science and faith, existing not only forever, but beyond even the meek words that bind its August majesty. There nEver was a tale told as thus . . .