I Waited Weeks For Such A Sound

I waited weeks for such a sound,
it's not as all the others thought,
this one is deep,whispered - yet echoes loud,
(it is) not as many melodies - this isn't an aught,
even once is enough to sort it out a crowd,
like a gun when shot.

I played the same song,
but thee studied of it each note,
and when thee sang it back,
it was a better track.

I remember when my ears and those words met,
it was such a pleasure - like after war rest,
bright joy and sun rays enlightened my day,
I came onto thy bed and there thee these words said:

"I love you", gave me a letter and some paper,
some pencils and erasers,
"fill me up with your love",
on black ink on a notebook filled of:

white pages for our story,
with a start and no end - don't worry,
left me in charge of the tales of a journey,
which I'll write and write until my life gets blurry.