And yes, strictly "no inspiration/dedication disclaimer" :)
He speaks, and how he speaks,
With a voice so sweet,
And a tone so caring,
It makes you feel special
A voice that is
Compelling yet calm,
Urging yet not hurried,
Trying to convince and yet not trying,
Reaching out to me but failing,
Hitting the wall around me
Is it him or is it me?
Doesn't matter anymore,
The voice that rings in my ears,
Leaving me wanting for more,
Touches my heart so deep,
Making me want to weep
But weep I can't,
As that is something he doesn't want,
So I smile and my heart cries,
In an attempt to hide
When he calls out my name,
My knees go weak, and my heart skips a beat,
The effect it has on me,
Is an experience which has never been
But I have a lesson to learn,
And I have to stop to yearn,
Yet it's a difficult chapter, in the book of my life,
Which I haven't mastered yet, leading to strife
Life goes on, with or without him,
But the voice is something,
Which stays on in my heart and mind,
Forever and ever and ever.
