HIS Voice

Simply, before you ever reached out across time I knew and loved your name and the levels in which you have connected to my soul blow my mind

Your voice is intoxicating; it warms me from within. 

How is it possibly something before I ever physically heard

might create an explosion

Deep from within are now suddenly alive

ignite my soul

You have set my soul on fire merely from your words

I linger and dawdle

For every eager chance to be a part 

Of your words

Of your soul

Longing for an opportunity to feel your touch

feel it ignite my skin the way you have branded my soul

Who would have imagined 

longing and passion 

now awakened from deep in a slumber

Wanton and troubled, 

mere words inspire such a storm

I linger

I long

I will wait for an eternity 

for the voice, my soul already feels to whisper gently to me

of all that I have been 

all that I will be 

for know without a doubt 

you complete me

The watercolor painting is the intellectual property of my Great Uncle Charles Franc, who painted this while stationed in the service in 1945. It remains a part of my heritage and is now in the personal collection of Lynn Marie. Uncle Charlie, who would often say when I would draw with him, well Lynn Marie you are no artist. Correct you are Uncle Charlie… my pen is my paintbrush!