I few months back I met this wonderful woman we've written and chatted online , got to know one another a bit. On day we traded phone numbers. So phoned her and when she spoke I knew that I had just met my future wife . Her voice send chills down my spine but also...
Though you never love me, you are always in my heart. I can do anything, even die for you. I want to hear your voice, see your smiles.
But you are not here. You are getting far away from me.
Forever my heart's dead
Her voice is a warm pool
I dive into
Immersing me, I drift away
Drowning blissful ears
Her voice is a soft lake
I am floating
Clothing me in liquid silk
Like waves to my shore
Her voice to my ears
I melt into tears
Enchanting sound I adore
In my eyes, or perhaps I should say ears, the female vocal has always existed to me as a form of beauty. I am however, in no such luck as to have someone who bears this beauty close to me. Instead I take time to listen to my female colleagues and customers, and when I'm not at...
Something about the sound of my sweetheart's voice calms me. I don't like it when we are apart. It is usually because she has a conference to go to or I have to make a trip for work. But whenever we are apart, we text each other throughout the day to touch base with each...
She stands before the podium in a crisp white blouse and navy blazer speaking words from her heart that she has carefully organized in her mind and practiced repeatedly while driving in her car or standing before an oval mirror. Her hands gesture naturally, and the slight...