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It was more than the sound of your voice
That vibrated in the innermost
Chambers of my heart
As the echoes refused to seize.
I looked forward to seeing you again
Wondering what you really were like
Because when we met
I didn’t take notice really.
There was something alike
That emanated from you to me
Later I knew it was
Our same nature of mind.
As always my head
Began its many fantasies
And I wish not
Because I fear that road.
Twice I took it
And twice I went in deeply
And twice I was wounded
Terribly.
Now you are before me
As I peep through a window
Into your mind
And I fear, I fear.
I fear of digging deep
I might have the strength not
But everywhere I turn now
I hear the sound of your voice.
December 2006
That vibrated in the innermost
Chambers of my heart
As the echoes refused to seize.
I looked forward to seeing you again
Wondering what you really were like
Because when we met
I didn’t take notice really.
There was something alike
That emanated from you to me
Later I knew it was
Our same nature of mind.
As always my head
Began its many fantasies
And I wish not
Because I fear that road.
Twice I took it
And twice I went in deeply
And twice I was wounded
Terribly.
Now you are before me
As I peep through a window
Into your mind
And I fear, I fear.
I fear of digging deep
I might have the strength not
But everywhere I turn now
I hear the sound of your voice.
December 2006