She doesn't have
The most melodious voice
But to me no sound
Could be sweeter,
If I listen too long
She's like a Q-tip
Plunged deep
Piercing
But painless
Burrowing
Into my mind
Making all my receptors
Light up
Like Christmas
Yet it's almost summer
Adding to the warmth
Radiating
Through me
Her voice
Like wool
Wrapping me
In tender
Loving words
Even if
All we talk about
Is the weather
Oh that she were
The little voice
In my head,
I'd never again listen
To another word
From anyone else...
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