Treasure Island

Wilfred Mellers

(March 5,1962 / Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies)

How I love your Voice


How I love to hear you speak and call my name
The way your lips, tongue, and mouth forms letters and words
Those sensual overtones that utter sweet sounds that resonate in my ears
How I love to hear you speak

Your articulation brings forth joy and laughter to my soul
Your words are like music set to a melody sang by angels
It is like the birds summoning me to paradise
Your subtle amplitude drives me while at ever utterance

I beg you to continue speaking to me for I have never heard a sweeter tone
Your audible vibrations are like a musical instrument playing lullabies to my soul
Your voice reminds me of being a child being rocked to sleep
Speak to me in those warm tones of elegance that only you possess

How I love to here your voice in all its magnitude
It comforts me on my lonely days of inner reflection
It brings me hope for a greater day
When I hear you regulate the tones I am in a trance

I am captivated by every sentence you speak
I listen to your words intently at its rhythm
It warms me on a cold day and cools me off in the heat
How I love just to hear you speak to me

I would give it all away just to hear your words
Such satisfying sounds swings me back and forth in a dizzy dance
I lose my footing every time you speak
It is not just your words but the beauty within that captivates me so

I save all your messages to hear plaid over and over again
They are melodious songs that bring forth the light of a new day
They are enchanting as you are in life
No words spoken could explain the grace and charm of your voice

Each time you speak I have died a thousand times
With each word I am sent heaven bound
Your voice takes me places only imagined in dreams
Paradise once lost is found in your voice

Let it be known that there is no other like you
I am compelled to a higher ground
Your expressions are like the wind in my sails that sets me free
I cannot place no other above you


Your voice is all I ever need to hear in life
Your ability to speak brings shivers up and down my spine
It has the greatest influence over my body
If I should ever fall and stricken deaf, your voice would remain reverberating in my heart
It would be the last sounds I would want to hear
Your name would be the last sound spoken from my lips


Your voice, how I love it so

Submitted: Monday, July 28, 2008

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (How I love your Voice by Wilfred Mellers )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Remove Yourself From Bitterness, Ronell Warren Alman
  2. Fornicating In The Bowels Of Unswerving .., Captain Cur
  3. im not okay, Faith Taylors
  4. The world is like a worm, Mark Heathcote
  5. Our shared tear, Julie Shirley
  6. Conscious Peal, Adeosun Olamide
  7. Living Contradictions, Sandra Feldman
  8. Alley Church, Adeosun Olamide
  9. Desirable Effects, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  10. Vintage Postal Stamp, Doris Beaulieu

Poem of the Day

poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Randall Jarrell

 

Trending Poems

  1. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  2. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  3. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  4. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  5. V: Song: To Celia, Ben Jonson
  6. If, Rudyard Kipling
  7. Acquainted with the Night, Robert Frost
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  9. Alone, Maya Angelou
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]