The voice I love, more than any song, I long to hear it-it's as simple as that. I didn’t plan much to say at all, But I hope you'll humor me, just a little, As I fumble through this love I feel. Dialing your number with trembling fingers, The night plays back in slow motion. Your voice, a touch raspy, neither low nor high, Carries a tone so ordinary, Yet when you laugh, it rises two and a half notes- Brighter than usual, warm and free. Even your little quirks, those casual replies, Are etched vividly in the center of my memory, Painted in the boldest colors. The voice I love, more than any song, I long to hear it-my heart floats high above. No matter what we talk about, My soul feels light, weightless, and free. I wish I could say something clever, truly profound, But words escape me; I stay silent, Gazing up at the autumn starlit sky. From your far-off town, your voice reaches me, Filling me with a longing I can’t ignore- The ache of not being able to rush to your side. Three hours pass before I even notice, Our conversation flowing naturally on and on. Before I know it, the sky turns pale, We whisper our goodbyes, and fall asleep. The voice I love, And the me who loves you. The voice I love, more than any song, Hearing it makes my heart leap and dance. Oh, what a wonderful feeling this love is! The voice I love is a melody, And I, the one in love, carve each note into my memory. The voice I love is a melody, And I, the one in love, carve each note into my memory.