Sonnet #83

Has a song ever made you fall in love?
Not with the one singing, but with the voice.
When you close your eyes, all you’re dreaming of
Are the notes, not the face. You have no choice

Because you’re infatuated with the line,
The rhythm, the affectations, the beat.
A different singer would of course be fine,
But no other voice could sound quite as sweet.

Perhaps one must be blessed with a good ear
To understand the way I am feeling
I would rather never see than not hear
The silky voice that has my mind reeling.

I never want the illusion broken;
Her words should always be sung, not spoken.