The Voice

A voice can do many things, be many things.
But your voice is unique - when you speak, you don't talk -
you sing.

Yours is the voice that can move me to tears,
Yours is the voice that can bring to the surface
all of my fears
And then quell them again.

Yours is the voice that is gentle and kind,
Yours is the voice that plays on in my mind
like a stuck record which I don't want to stop.

Yours is the voice that alleviates pressure,
Yours is the voice that can make me feel special
Even though I know you aren't speaking to me.

That voice of yours can make my heart stop,
It flutters and leaps, when every word leaks
from your perfect mouth.

Your voice can soothe me in the dark of night,
Your voice turns my life's wrongs to rights,
With each silken syllable your perfect mouth frames,
I long to see, long to hear you speak my name.

Your voice, for me, is a shoulder to cry on,
Your voice is one which I can rely on.

To fall so in love with a voice seems insane,
With your face, I'm in love -
Your personality, too;
but neither of these are the same.
I could look on your face,
listen to your voice all day,
Your face shows the outward sign of beauty,
But your voice really proves that it is your duty
To be exactly the kind man you are;
You won't change for anyone,
and that, amongst many other things, I admire.