Her voice reminds me of the lightest sleep
And of trees creaking in a gentle breeze.
Like an angel whispering in my ear,
It’s so elegant and tender to hear.
It’s so innocent, So sweet,
Like the pitter-patter of babies feet.
Her voice is a poem and her words, the poet,
And I am her patient but she doesn’t know it.
Her boyfriend doesn’t sound so nice.