I fell in love at seventeen
With a voice who's face I had
never seen,
Echoing quietly, soft and
serene
On the airwaves traveled a
million miles
To touch my soul with angelic
tones.
Speaking in voice so much
like my own;
Whispering softly for my ears
alone.
Soothing contentment...
Tickling smiles...
Where can nostalgia tempt us
to go?
Seeking the joy that we knew
long ago,
Harboring secrets that no one
can know;
No one may enter our private
domain.
Wild beasts may beckon to
break down our door,
Serpents may slither across
barren floor,
Gluttons may hunger... Longing
for more,
But settle for silence...
As memories remain.
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