Your voice
I heard the sound of your sweet voice
Something stirred, my Irish blood ?
I’d heard it much before
I saw your face, you sang, you shone
Just a moment, music, life
A butterfly that flew and won.
Was it my imagination or was it not ?
Something there, something not ?
Did you touch my life or stir my soul ?
Re-write the words. So bl**dy what,
My imagination, I think not ?
Your voice, for a moment, made me whole
Thank you. (Let me write for you)
N.B - Not crazy, just like to write and be touched