My Beloved

Beloved, my beloved what do I say to you?

Where do I start?

Yours is the voice I want to hear my whole life,

Your soothing bright voice is like Ambrosia for my ears,

Like whispers of soothing wind

It touches my ears with peaceful calm.

Like a Mockingbird's melody,

Yours is the voice I don't want to forget

Even when I am on the edge of reaching my grave.

Even when I am down

It only takes just one whisper of your voice,

To give me strength for overcoming.

I pray to Him every day not to take away

You, your voice, your touch from me,

For I don't know how do I survive without your melody.