Each subtle shaping of your lips
Forming the sounds that go on
To form the words, the sentences
The paragraphs, the conversations
Is like rain to a parched landscape
Sustaining me between each with
Such lovely music that is your voice
And to hear your laugh, paramount
To finding rare treasure, glorious
Sounds I cherish in memory and
When they can be heard, revel in
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