While In My Soul Echoes Every Word You Do Say (Villanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

Over the phone you voice sound like a song
and my heart leaps as from me you are away
while too much I miss you and for you do long,

Without you all of life and the world feels wrong
while in my soul echoes every word you do say.
Over the phone you voice sound like a song,

you are tired but you spirit is still strong
and suddenly you have bettered my day,
while too much I miss you and for you do long.

I know that together we do belong
and during that conversation suddenly I feel gay.
Over the phone you voice sound like a song

and you tell me that life does sweep you along,
where I wish that right now I could with you stay.
Over the phone you voice sound like a song,
while too much I miss you and for you do long.