His Voice

His voice is often like velvet.
Soft and fine.
Whenever he opens his mouth to speak.

His words and tone is never bleak.
When he sings,angels above hear it.
And invite him into Heaven early.

They find his voice beautiful.
Whether talking or singing.
Doesn’t matter.

Once,twice.
Even if he sounded like a mouse.
His voice will return like velvet.

And there will be no chaos.
His voice sounds like angels singing above.
And to sound angelic won’t be hard.

It’s like a soothing lullaby before you sleep.
When you wake up or get ready to sleep.
He has had a very hard and exhausting week.

That I know.
His voice may sound raspy.
Velvet,low.

But when his glow and energy returns.
His voice almost sounds like Cavetown.
Don’t you agree?

This is what you sound like to me.
I know,it sounds cheesy.
Or it may amuse you.

You do sound like them.
I don’t want to lose you.
I haven’t said this before to your face.

We’ve been both in a dark place.
But when our voices combine in harmony.
We can go through any task.

Low,difficult.
Or easy and mask.
So velvet soft.

No signs of rot.
I know you like my voice too.
One day our voices will combine.

And we will begin to shine.
Angels will hover above us and listen.
Our eyes softly glisten.

And magic soon combine.
Back to a happy time.
Sing with me this chord.

And you’ll never be bored.
Our voices softly glow.
And bond slowly grow.

One day we’ll be on stage.
And won’t be paid minimal wage.
I know it sounds unrealistic.

But can’t a girl dream?
I’ll show you things you’ve never seen.
I know you will eventually too.

With our voices,I’ll show you around the world.
And you’ll trust my word.
Perhaps music is what we heard.

The music of our love.