Somehow I can feel my patience wearing thin.
As the days pass me by where I lay waiting.
Exchanging letters has always been my thing,
but thinking how your voice may sound like has left me wanting.
Wanting to know what decibel it may register to.
How high its pitch is when you laugh.
Or how low will it go when you're being rough.
Will it sound like clinking glasses when you giggle.
Or like a soft running stream when you whisper.
All these I have yet to know
Until I've gathered the courage to give you a call