The Sound of Your Voice

The Sound of Your Voice

In the lonely hours of the morning
When each part of this house is asleep,
2 a.m. with lunar light shining –
The man in the moon promises my secret will keep.
I can’t sleep a wink – my thoughts are turning
I can’t read or think – I’m desperately yearning
To know you are here,
Tenderly near…
I long to hear the sound of your voice.

In the busy movements of the afternoon
When each part of this office is busting a move,
2 p.m. with thunderclouds pouring –
The girl in the mirror glances sideways: too true.
She sees right through me – my patience is lacking
She hears and she knows – my cool façade is cracking
I need to see your smile
And just talk with you a while…
I long to hear the sound of your voice.

Where I begin, you complete.
I’ve learned to never compete
With who you are, what you do-
Each day there’s something new
To learn about you
And love about you
But just right now
I long to hear the sound of your voice.

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