A tapestry is woven piece by piece
And each piece added to the next brings greater clarity to what to me is a masterpiece
All those little pieces add up to you
So I offer you another piece of that tapestry

As I've said before,
I like how unguarded your eyes are
The more I look into them, the deeper I fall into their  depths
You believe that the eyes are windows to the soul
To me, voices sings the song of the spirit
The voice drawn in conversation provides a bridge
People are different
Yet linked we are, soul to soul, through the eyes
Spirit to spirit, through the harmony of our voices

But I guess I should start from the top
You must know
Your voice, always makes my heart a little warmer each time I hear it.
I have no doubt it, you hear this a lot
Your voice is wonderful
What others have said, matters not to me,
true though they may be

The sound of your voice alone, devoid of words is enchanting
It leaves the listener in thrall to its melodic symphonies
Pleasant to the ears
The audible vibrations thrum through the skin, flows through scarlet blood to touch the spirit
Within that confluence of words; a simple conversation, intimacy is born.
Our souls may touch through the eyes
But our spirits resonate in sync through our voices

I have told you, I like how you speak
Words flow from your lips with such breathtaking delicacy
Your lips, honoured heralds of your words move with meticulous care
Each syllable sharp and precise; a fine piercing edge that lances every distracting thought till I cannot help but be drawn in by the lilting tones of your voice

The deeper I look into your eyes the more I realise that within those depths are the buried remnants of different past life experiences;
Some are good, some are bad and some lie inbetween.
A lot of stories fall within those grey areas
But your voice seeps with an uncanny alchemy of happiness, sadness, fear, uncertainty and a host of other emotions.
Where your voice rises in happiness, my heart sings with joy
Where your voice drops in sadness, my heart sinks with sorrow and pain.
When your voice shakes with uncertainty, my heart twinges with anxiety.

Angel, what a befitting name
Surely, yours is a voice that only heaven can make
The perfect instrument wrought by the Hand of God
A warm summer breeze
That is how the sound of your voice feels to my ears
Pleasant and refreshing
Would that I could hear it every day
But I can't,
Sometimes
Just sometimes
Whenever I feel a warm breeze on my neck
Around my ears
I cannot help but wonder
I cannot help but wish
Maybe it's your whispering voice that I hear