A voice
It is often said by people,
That a voice is just a voice,
But then they have they ever
Fallen in love with the person
On the other end of the line?
It is often said by people,
That a voice is nothing special,
But then why does my heart
Skip every time I hear your voice
Whispering softly in my ear?
It is often said by people,
That a voice is no magic,
But then I ask myself,
How you could have put me
Under your spell?
If a voice is just a voice,
Nothing special,
Not magical,
How come I fell in love with yours,
The first time I heard you speak?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| like to love you as friend: | Donderdag, november 08, 2007 20:15 |
| zeer mooi !!! xxxflokexxx |
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| Marousia: | Zaterdag, november 03, 2007 20:26 |
| Prachtig in bewoordingen neergezet. Liefs van Marousia graag gelezen overigens. | |
| Flipjuh: | Zaterdag, november 03, 2007 17:33 |
| A voice is what you make of it. Mooi geschreven ;) gr. Flipjuh |
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| zonnetje*: | Zaterdag, november 03, 2007 16:25 |
| zeer mooi beschreven. Liefs |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Arlya | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 november 2007 | ||
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