Her voice sings to me, like rising chords

Drifting higher to where magic did soar:

With soft phrases decorated with charm

Glided lazily on sunlight’s reaching arms;

Basking with life within melodies so soft;

Delicately placed on magic floating aloft…
Her voice sings to me, in unseen wonders

That fills painted skies with lyrical colors,

With sweet words glided on tonal brushes,

Drifting smoothly across hymnal lushness

Of a love’s aria, of whispered magic heard

Drifting to heaven’s skies on painted words.

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