When I hear the vibrations of her voice
Fill the air with ripples
There is an urgency
Thunder arrives
With untamed passions
Lovers can understand
And patriots imitate
How fortunate I am to be her audience
Her emotions wrapping me
Spellbound in her aura.
When I pause to luxuriate in her song
The world moves in wonder
Slowly to satiate its appetite
In petite pieces
No ocean can equal
Even the waves wax and wane
More delicately to savor
The gravity of each melody
And the atmosphere she elevates
In each delectable note.
When I feel the fresh air her lips bring
Music embraces her
The mold the angels made
Casts her like no other
Captures me as if I belong to her.
Nothing like her sound soothes me.
Where there may be divas
She stands alone above compare
My beautiful enchantress
Makes songs glad she sings them to life!
Copyright © 2015 Charles Edward York
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