THE VOICE

There is a wondrous, to die for voice
That is in my life by fortune and by choice
Soft and so gentle, it makes me want to cry
At times, harsh and ruthless; I wished I could die.

Courage I need when on occasion it can be cutting and cruel
The tongue striking sharp and swift and acting as fuel.
When it serves its purpose it can be sparkling and utterly sweet
Charming the shirt off your back in victory, not defeat.

I have heard the voice sleepy in the morning and tired late at night
Sometimes, irritated and callous, O sad plight!
Never away from my thoughts, you will be glad to know.
It is always curious about what I did yesterday, today and tomorrow.

And what of me, at the receiving end?
I am a mass of confusion with no need to pretend
I am completely under that hypnotic spell
Of a voice that hurts and just as surely does me well.

At the sound of the voice I am out of control
My heart starts to pound, my luck is on a roll
Be it concerned, or cutting to the bone
My happiness is attached at the end of the phone.

Is it not amazing that a voice as smooth as satin
Has designed a life for me like a pattern
Of blood red roses in an intricate bouquet
When you hear a voice like this, you are in love, okay?!

I am addicted to hearing the voice say my name
It is intimate and special and never quite the same
As the other voices that clamour my time with “Hello”
When the voice says ‘Hi’, I am transformed to jello!

How can a voice be so elevated
With a magnetic quality of only the gifted?
It can make me soar like a bird on a breeze
Or reduce me to a puddle, with laughter, if it pleased.

What can be the mind that can make such magic
The voice, my lifeline, to lose it would be tragic
I treasure every inspiring moment we communicate
To hear that voice again and again; let it be my destined fate.

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