On the line

Come here and sit,
Right by side,
What a story I’ve got to tell!

There is a voice that I have heard,
So rich, and deep;
So soft, and sweet.

So when he speaks, I must listen;
My eyes are closed, my heart -open.

It flutters, it sings;
it wants to leap, it wants to dance;

And so it does, I can’t stop it,
With every word. with every pause;
With every start, with every stop.

There is so much to discover,
So many sounds I have not heard;
Waiting is not so hard to do -
Just talk to me,
Will you?

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