A Voice That Soothes My Soul
From weariness of toil, what a joy I feel
Having heard of a voice with such a magical spell
So melodious and dulcet like a tinkling bell
Surely it does not sound an ominous knell.
To me her voice is pristine and pure
Every word I wait, for it means so sure
Bereft not nor devoid of beauty, it lures
Transcending my soul to a misty lair of grandeur.
How I wish to be bound in your warm embrace
All my woes and worries vanish without a trace
Your voice can make me come or tarry as I choose
Just tell me the words your heart lets loose
Nothing will I ask for but an ineffable joy
With you my soul entangles even the most wicked ploy.
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