YOUR VOICE

been a week since I heard your voice,

All other sounds are now just noise.

It is something that I hold very dear,

My morning bell and midnight cheer.

Though, eternally withing my heart it plays,

For there it forever lays.

Listening to you speak and speak,

like the first few drops of heavens leak.

Your voice is that which will keep me sober,

Or intoxicated till this life's over.

Its power on me you know of nought,

The kind that I had never thought.

For you ill work the days and nights,

Being close to you, my only right.

I hope someday from his heart you'll tear,

But not with sadness pain and despair.

But with joy and will to move on,

Right into my hearts lawn.

He will hate me forever though,

And for a while he'll lie low.

But then someday he'll be back,

And my heart he will try to crack.

That day will be the test of love,

That shall happens what's planned above.

If that test we can withstand,

We'd be the prime lovers of the land.

I can promise you now till dying age,

Upon this world, the earthly stage.