Your Voice

Whisper my name

Like the mist of a fine perfume

Or rain rolling off endless greeneries

Touching sunsets bathed in warm hues

Dancing across rays of moonlit silks

That adorn your intonation 

Enlighten my heart with your cupid's arrows

Pierce through the barrier of man’s subconscious

Turning hearts of plastic to gold

With your silver-tipped arrows

Incomparable ethereal beauty

Enriching us with your tone

You redefine the term angelic

A singsong soprano of symphonies

Your timbre a triumphant tone

Each vowel articulating bliss

Every syllable containing fragments of your endless perfection

I swoon at the sound of your voice

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