LANA'S VOICE
By Jeff S. Martindale

The voice, when did I hear it first
A moment not recalled,
It floated 'cross a crowded room
Sometime, one blust'ry Fall.

The sound, so sweet, it captured me
Like never one before,
A cry like honey, so sugary
I had to capture more.

The source, a belle so ravishing
My breath, it sprung away,
A state so great, not finishing
Up to this very day.

The look, so fit, demure with grace
Mature and so refined,
My heart, she stole without a trace
Our love, to come, entwined.

The day, so clear, white dogwoods bloomed
The sky, an ocean blue,
My nerves, they quaked, it would be soon
When I would say, "I do."

The bride, oh my, a sight for all
I teared at my first sight,
She eased my trembling heart so small
With speech, so sweet and bright.

The voice, sweet sounds I hear each day
For that, I'm truly blessed,
A belle, my wife, my side to stay
A life, no less, the best.