The lilt of your gentle voice,
its dulcet tones,
its warm, mellifluous sound…
to a man’s ears, what balm,
what anodyne peace;
I linger there in memory
until the pain of absence
grows profound.
its dulcet tones,
its warm, mellifluous sound…
to a man’s ears, what balm,
what anodyne peace;
I linger there in memory
until the pain of absence
grows profound.