I long to hear your voice
Like a flower yearns for sun
Turning this way and that
In order to bask in its rays
But sometimes it rains
And it’s a good thing we have our umbrellas
As we splash thru muddy puddles together
The rain mixing with our tears
Yet
We find the rainbow at the end
I long to hear your voice
Your deep timbre gently rocking me to sleep
A staccato da-da-da-da-da
Our own secret language
The language of Love
©2006 – Monica Simone
