I still remember
First time I heard
A laughter that echoed
Under the dim lit roof
I glanced my surroundings
In search of that sound
Hearty, but funny
That peaked my interest
Once you spoke
I focused on your voice
Aware it was sensual,
Deep and robust
Controlled, yet commanding
Heard by those listening
Way in the corner,
There you stood
Women held captive
Hanging on every word
Increasingly I became
Annoyed by your flirt
Now, years later
I wish I'd never heard
A Romeo in the making, or
The Sound Of Your Voice
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