A Voice I used to look...at myself in the mirror, and everytime that I did, I could not see anyone there. The sun used to shine on my face and my arms and though I could see it, It didn't feel warm. All I could feel, was cold and empty, and I longed for the day when I would finally be free. When all of the sudden, on a night that was clear I heard a soft voice descend upon my ear. It was like a dream but yet it was real. And it filled me with hope, that I had yet to feel, It took away my emptiness, as well as my fear it filled up my heart with confidence and cheer. Now when I look into that mirror because of that voice, I see myself clear. That voice that I heard was neither angel nor ghost It was you Mercedes whom I love all the most.
Reason for writing:
I composed this poem to my wife as a symbol of my undying love, and to inspire people who dont believe in love. There is someone out there for you !!
Thank you, Allen C.
Birth sign: Cancer
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