Voice Of Love Poem by Edwina Reizer

When I speak with thee
no time exists.
The voice of love
time has missed.
It moved along
without me knowing.
It had no knowledge
of me glowing
from the words I heard
from your spoken word.
And I had no knowledge
of it.

How many seconds
did this last?
I don't remember
for it went too fast.
What I do remember
is the vocal tone.
That in itself
is mine alone.
Time can take
a flying leap.
Your voice of love
is mine to keep.