Love Poem: Hearing Voices
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Written by: Andres Luis Bigote

Hearing Voices

I thought I heard your voice last night
A sweet familiar sound
No other human in my sight 
Not a single soul around
Up to the window moseyed I
Towards where the voice was heard
I called out loud while drawing nigh,
"Is that you, my Bluebird?"

Just then a slumbering breeze awoke
And rustled through the bough
So quietly to me it spoke
More zephyr-like than sough,
"Yes, it's her, she sitting there 
Way up on that moonbeam
She's calling you, go to her now
For this is not a dream"

Then so I did and up I went
To meet you in the sky
And time stood still the while we spent
T'was only you and I
When morning came I realized 
A dream indeed this was
But something caused me to sit up
Olfactory sense abuzz

The scent of Baccarat filled the room
And then and there I knew,
Plus a vase of fragrant lilacs,
These could've only come from you
Just then I heard your voice again
This time from far away,
"I've loved you for a thousand years
And I'll wait for someday"