The Call Is Over

The phones rests cradled,
Silence I hear again,
Only with the memory,
Of your sweet voice.

Thankful we spoke,
With meaning and substance,
Exploring one another further,
Time well spent.

But still I ask,
Who are you,
The woman I have dreamed of,
Or just another fading glimpse ?

What I feel is strong but has misguided me before,
Not this time again I hope,
Because the more I learn the stronger grows the attraction,
Your truly elegant.

So until the next ring,
You dance through my mind,
Your voice echos sweetly inside,
As images of you run through my thoughts.

Thank You my Dear,
For being in my life,
For bringing more sunshine,
And sharing your love.

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