When I am low and feeling down,
A call from you relieves my frown,
Your voice washing over me
Like the warmth of a soothing sea.
An enchanted captive of such gossamer bonds
I float in dreams inspired by those sweet sounds.
Harsh reality melts,the world is all aglow,
'Tis the magic of your words doth make it so.
Cares dissolve and fantasies abound
When your entrancing tones me surround.
What delights and dreams I visualise
When I hear your voice and close my eyes!
And then the time for conversation fades away
And I blink ,blinded again by the harsh light of day
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