Poetry

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The enchantment your eyes bring…
The enticing lips…
that bear a smile that makes my day
The strength in the gentleness
of your touch…
Your charming ways…warm embrace...
They are living testaments
of the beauty you possess…
Yet all these I forsake
For my heart betrays
What my eyes seek.

My mind sees
That you are all
I could ever hope for
But…my heart troubles on…

I fell in love...
With the voice on the phone.

Not with the face unseen,
Not with the unfelt arms,
Not with the identity kept,
Not with the anticipation,
Not with my imagination,
Nor with the hope
Of a love returned.
That’s not how I fell in love
With the voice on the phone.

The voice on the phone
Is rich with tenderness,
With a comprehension that
Eases my pain;
A voice that has guided and
Comforted me
Through all my crumbling glories;
A voice that makes me strong
While the sight of you makes me weak.
A voice like no other…

I fell in love with what my eyes cannot see.

Suddenly the smile that is borne
On your cherry-kissed lips
Freezes…drops its bows…
Then suddenly soars!
Like a resurrected phoenix
Getting brighter and brighter…

Calm…and then a spark in your eyes
Your arms…they envelope me
In a firm certainty
Surprise me…you’re unmistakably happy

And in a voice that haunts me
Even in my sleep,
You tell me it’s proven
Infallibly true…
I fell in love with the voice on the phone
And the owner is…

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