YoUr VoIcE

Your voice is not music to my ears as the old saying goes. It's so much more. It's more like the trickle of water in a babbling
brook -- cool, clean and crisp. A breath of air fresher than crisp sheets off of a clothes line after hanging in the summer sun to dry. A spring that sounds like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower.

Your voice is sweet like the taste of cotton candy at the county fair.  Like the sugar on my lips after sipping a strawberry daiquiri.
Your voice is mesmerizing like the keys of a piano. Like the strings of a harp being gently plucked to produce sound. Like the cricket's symphony in the summer evening. Like a violin playing a romantic melody.

Your voice is warmth. A ray of sun on a summer's day penetrating the skin. Like the warmth of a fire's burning embers. Like the feel of hot chocolate slowly warming my throat.
Your voice is so much more than music to my ears. Your voice is consuming, drawing me close, and leaving me longing for your touch

Each night I pray for you as I lay me down to rest,
I ask God to keep you safe and give you all the best.

I pray that you remain grounded and hold on to your faith,
For God has great things in store for those who patiently wait.

I hope you are joyful and strong, compassionate and sincere,
I hope you believe in love and are able to love without fear.
, but have I met you yet?

I tried to tell you I love you
but the words were hard to find.

I'm always thinking about you
you're the only one on my mind.

Oh why do I act so shy forever hiding my face
I should learn to laugh and not to cry put yourself in my place.


I told you we'd never part
I loved you then I love you now and

I'll hold you in my heart.