In your words, I hear a sting,
A pain that cuts like a wing,
Your whispers pierce my soul,
And make my heart take control.

Your voice, a gentle breeze,
That brings me to my knees,
With every word, I feel
A wound that's hard to heal.

Your talks, a poisonous dart,
That strikes my heart and part,
Leaving me in pain and smart,
A hurt that won't depart.

But still, I listen to your voice,
For in it, I find my choice,
A love that's strong and pure,
A feeling that endures.