A Lover's Voice

I always felt a stir in my hear to hear my name called by a beautiful girl.

A sweet, tender voice sings out from within, calling my name,

One that soothe the anguish of an infant.

Tis a voice that hath carried me to fall in love for its Dame,

A love on the outside, seemingly distant

A graceful vessel claimed owner to the maidenly voice

Calling out for the gaunt fellow lover

Whose features be bleak and seldom he merrily rejoice,

Yet never calls the name of another

Upon the sound of warmhearted calling thy name,

To the calling’s begetter I walk to kiss fore,

a sign of dear affection proclaiming love plane  

To where heaven’s ceiling begins is it’s floor

When my name is sung, bound to her heavenly voice

Brings upon a time I do rejoice.