Your voice
Intoxicates me so!
I hear your sweet words,
Music to my soul.
It makes my heart leap
In delirious, passion-filled beats;
And I have no will of my own.
My ears resound your words
As a high placed bell
In a steeple calling,
Commanding to be heard,
Echoing the same sound
To the most distant reaches;
A never-ending intonation
Of your accent.
The walls breathe your voice.
As a cupboard opens your
Gentle words tumble out,
Unrelated to the task in hand
But uppermost in my mind.
Intractable word-shadows
That follow me around
Filling my heart and soul
With thoughts of you.
Signing Off -dinotino®©-
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