The Voice

No wonder it is your voice
That lures me in
I have heard it many times
Talking, whispering,
Purring

But it was the eyes
Of my first love
That I dreamed about

Yet here it is your voice
That slithers in my ears
And not his icy eyes
So amassed within my mind

For you talk to me each day
And covet my every move
Inching closer
Trying to make me yours

And the one whose eyes
I knew so well
Hardly spoke to me to know me
So I longingly loved his eyes,
The crudest form of some connection

People say it is the eyes that love
But I know more than that
It is the voice and its whispers in the dark
Where eyes cannot even see

Author's Note

A contrast between a guy a had a huge crush on for years (the eyes) and my current boyfriend who I'm in love with (the voice). Hope this makes a bit of sense!

Reviews

[Kamran Javed]

well versed.

[Southern Cross]

It makes perfect sense and a wonderful poem

[Jessica Jean]

Thanks :)