Yesterday I heard a sound Your outer voice I had found Listening to you I instantly knew You were the one of which I dreamed Your voice Id heard before it seemed Not untill that moment did I know How beautiful your words did flow Whispering words of love to me You knew how much I longed for thee The laughter of your soul shone through A loving heart so strong and true No better way to end the day Than to hear the words that you did say I love you , you confessed to me I love you too can't you see I feel the love of which you tell I feel it deep within myself So deep a sound Is contained The voice of you inside my brain.
Well whiskey, you know that I know how you feel. I would put into words, but they would never sound as good as that! You say that you are a bad writer, I disagree. I can't think of any of the greats that could make music with words like you just did. All that I can say is that I love you more then you could possibley understand!
Whiskey Girl - that's right, ol' suthern (Belle) knows all about reading soup can labels - she has to read them for Toerag - it seems he doesn't trust the pictures on the labels. He can't figure out how the soup company could put a large bowl into a small can. He had to learn the hard way after he bought a case of Lima Bean soup thinking he was going to get a free soup bowl service for 24 - ha ha ha
Whiskey, Is Toe bothering you again? Now, as for your poem, it's very difficult to keep up with all your writing of late, but I try, and this is lovely. And yes, the sound of his voice can do wonders, unless he's a poet, then the sound of his pen can work the same magic Liz