chords to my heart

Poem


striking a chord within my inner ear, a sweet smell and your voice for me to hear. Your voice throughout the noise in the room, A seductive whisper in my ear, the look of goose pimpels appear. The chill that runs down my spine, the fainted memories to last us for all times. In winter, spring, summer, and fall, we have been through it all. Just to let you know you still strike that chord with the whisper of your voice. 

by joey