The Voice Poem by moemedi lynx magoro

THE VOICE
What speaks, is it the lips or the voice.
My dearest question? is there a choice.
My voice compliments my lips in the art of communication through the art of language.
The soul purpose of my voice is ingenious.
The marvel of the compliment is marvellous,
My voice is the expression of my beauty in the essence of speech.
Im thankful for this complex system of so called ‘verbology' methology.
The smoothest words of romantic seasoning are said by this voice.
It's a catalyst of practicalities that are formed in the mind to persuade or to destroy with a bang and noise.
Illogic reminded me by saying "if a picture is worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures,
If a dream is a worth a thousand whispers I'll dream a thousand dreams"
I can now say safely say with this voice its not as hard as it seems.