Your Voice, I heard, the only thing I could hear that night, above the feet, hundreds of thousands of feet, pounding along the pavement, but there was only your Voice.

The strum, your fingers strolling with intimate familiarity over the strings, I heard your music, quite lovely I will say, but no, it was your Voice.

If Love is a word that can be said and life in its simplest form is energy then energy can be heard, it is in your Voice that I heard Love, a Voice that pierces my heart in a way I’ve known quite rarely, and I thought my heart was wide open, but your Voice, above the melody, above the thunderous walking, your Voice, I heard it, I heard your Voice calling out to me.

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