YOUR  VOICE

We sat in a train next to next upon our way
And she said do you always talk the same
Most of what you say is poetry to my ears
The sun seems to shine yet looks like rain

Your voice deep and meaningful goes within
It's conversation but it feels like making love
Your words ****** me with it's sound true
Just conversation but your hand I'm your glove

I said looking at my news paper when we arrive
Would you like a coffee some place quiet to be
Oh yes I'd love to talk to you so much more
Your voice as if has a way and it has me feel free

I took her hand and it was ever so warm to hold
I could almost feel her caring heart then beat
Like as if she sensed my utmost sincerity real
I looked at the floor and there I saw beautiful feet

I knew it to be ever so true as it was to mef on view
She'd never been loved by a man of some maturity
And the sound of my voice it had her so as if rejoyce
Way younger than I but it bothered her not nor to me

She did her best to ignore the feeling in her chest
But she silently liked ever word that she'd heard
Myself it was just I being myself I cannot deny
More-so when talking to the most innocent bird

It was a very wonderful forfilling conversation
We had coffee more coffee her saying I've got time
And she said beBe really nice not thinking twice
Lets go somewhere and find a real good wine


So that we did and the time it soon it slid
Oh dear I'd better be heading on now home
I said your family will be worried I'd say
No she said I'm afraid that I just live alone

So I walked her there came soon night air
Invitation come in awhile saying with a smile
So that's what I'd done and we enjoyed talking
Next thing the dawn came over her garden mile

( Well thats my story and I'm sticking to it )

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018