The sound of her voice brightens my eyes
and elevates the corners of my mouth
We talk about this, about that
about nothing at all
and yet I hang on her every word
every syllable that passes from her lips
I sit spellbound by the lilt in her voice
then she laughs,
a full, completely happy laugh
and I am lifted higher
Her laughter is the sweetest music
and my heart dances each time I hear it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I like this poem very much. You say many lovely things in a few well-crafted lines. You've painted nice images with your words and I like your use of metaphor. Very nice indeed.10