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The sound of your voice
Echoes through my heart
Yet, ’tis never enough to fill my soul.
I would search through
Tunnels of Time,
To just hear the note
That is your tone.
Come, speak to me, my sweet muse,
For in your tongue lies the best
And most cunning linguist
I have ever known.
Your breath fills me to overflowing;
My inmost parts express their joy
In climactic fevers of delight,
Bringing forth trembling peace.
Come, my lover.
Come, speak to me.
I wait to hear.