Your Voice Is Like Music To My Ears.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Your voice is like music to my ears
your whisper is like the soften breeze
you may wander daily anywhere, but never freeze
I remain still healthy even though you'll sneeze

I don´t get caught a cold easily
since you oft support me with bumble-bee honey
I am now amidst thousandfold cold
I never get sick even though'm so old

as years pass by many milliard miles
pay attention to nature around thee
the surrounds turn gold becoming very old
thou and I are not old, due to consuming
thy own body bumble-bee bunny

thou support me as much as thou canst
I have glee such as our beloved mums
both have pleasure on heaven´s spot
thou playeth and studyeth whilst I pray to God

then I will travel again in search of new cod
and bread to feed our mind and soul
based upon ora et labora our beings`whole
thou art mine and I am thine

remember thou sayeth whilst we playeth
con amore forever more
thou in mine and I´m in thine
in our own surrounds, I feel fine

thou art God´s child so mild
thou stayeth calm on rivers wild
I pray everyday myriad ways
Oh Lord, keep mine heart pure

your voice is like music to my ears
your whisper is like the tender breeze
imagine why I never freeze
you refreshened the day before it seized

you feed me with strawberry love sweet
honeybee and bumble-bee bunny
but despite so many
you empower me with your brave showers


© Sylvia Frances Chan
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AD. Friday 29th December 2017
@18.17 hrs. P.M. West-European Time