Addicted Ears

Music can make your heart smile.

Tap feet or dance for a while.

Nod your head for no reason at all.

Simply put, in love, you fall.

Like my soul when I hear your voice.

My heart smiles. I don’t have a choice.

Not too fast or slow, not too high or low.

An indescribable speed at a perfect tone.

Yes, your face is cute and lovable,

It’s absolutely crushable,

But your voice, though, is what triggers

The chilling welcomed shivers.

Whatever you utter, my heart is aflutter.

I laugh at your joke, and you just crack another.

I know that I’m rather obsessive,

But your geek smarts are simply impressive,

At each morning’s glare, we have an affair

You aren’t quite aware, but I don’t care.

I find you on the hour,

Then, your presence overpowers.

You have children and a wife so dear.

But none of that stuff matters here.

There is one thing I want. I’ll be clear.

It’s that voice that I’m longing to hear.

Tell me of when the sun rises and sets.

Tell me, in summer, how hot it will get.

That water will freeze at thirty-two degrees.

And all of the leaves will fall off the trees.

Tell me of cities like Kalamazoo.

Of storming and raining and thundering too.

Of tropical islands and faraway lands,

Of quaint little towns and beaches of sand.

In the morn, I awake, glance over and sip.

I turn you on when the channel I flip.

Mr. Weatherman, now, you don’t have a choice.

Make love to my ears with your beautiful voice.