His words on paper are heaven’s gifts to her
In the pages of his books she travels the world
In his characters she finds love and lives free
His passion is transfered from his pen to her heart.
Time stops when he hears her speak
Her spoken words are magic to him
In her words he finds courage and grace, hope and ambition
Her speech to him is like cold water on a hot sunny day.
She reads and he writes
She can’t imagine a greater expression than writing
To arrange words so they speak to hearts
And pen poems so they lift a soul’s burden; is the ultimate.
Her words infuse strength into his body
The words that leave her lips are invitations for him to live again
To hear her is to ignite his reality
Is there an ear more honoured by her voice than his?
Interactions demand we communicate
In this age we write much more than we speak
Instant messaging and emails have overtaken voice calls
But the voice of a loved one still tickles the heart more than messages.
So, talk and type
Cos’ none should be exclusive of the other
Listen and also read
For the intent of one may be made clearer by the other.