HER VOICE


Her voice is a thunderstorm

And a calm evening breeze

All at the same damn time


Her voice is a surprise gift

Wrapped in shiny velvet

Bound in a ribbon of silky joy


Her voice is a beautiful song

The kind you would have on replay

And still play it on your wedding day


Her voice is a sci-fi movie

Full of intrigue and awe

And requires no salted popcorn to be beautiful


Her voice is a bright Sunday morning

Filled with enthusiasm and love

And the joy of a bright new day


Her voice is an echo of paradise

With all its splendour

Utopic and surreal


Her voice is the perfect potrait

Drawn in pencil on paper

With its edges perfect to fault


Her voice is a river 

Flowing down stream

One that i want to swim in


Her voice is

Her voice

Her.

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