Your Voice To Me Poem by Edwina Reizer

When you speak with me I forget all time.
I think only of what you say.
There is no other sound in this entire world
that takes all sadness away.
Just like the sounds of melodious birds
your voice is music to me.
I hear the intensity of its tone
and it becomes a melody.

Its rise and fall is intoxicating,
a drug that makes me high.
And its pauses for thought is the breath I hear
that brings to me a sigh.
I should never tire from listening
to all that you may speak.
And when I cease to hear your words
the color shall leave my cheeks.