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Your Voice
My eyes still itched with sleep
When the phone jingled from the other room.
I rushed to snatch it up.
Surely such an early call meant only doom.
"Good morning, My Sweetheart,"
You growled through the many miles of lines.
"Just want to say I love you,
And I hope your day turns out really fine."
Ahh, God, How dear you are!
You read me like an open manuscript.
Reaching out to touch me,
Creating sweetness where bitterness crept.
My heart beats calm, content
To be caressed by such love as you show.
The mantle of it clings,
Pumping warmth to a heart cold as snow.
Your love revives, renews
Where faltering I lived in deep despair.
Sunlight reaches my gloom,
And dispels it by knowing you care.
True love seeps through the lines of this beautiful poem!
Those unexpected phone calls are the very best! Especially if it is from someone you love and they are calling from another time zone.