The Voice

Lift
the voice
In sweet song
remember when
the birds sang along
your heart renewed by love
eyes open to ancient scars
sunsets speak to the distant stars
roses scent against the lovers cheek
hands joined,holding tight,lost in forever

Live with joy and hope along lifes journey
grieve not for the errors on your way
mistakes weigh heavy on the heart
speak the words you need to say
the chance may never come
to forgive the past
reveal your heart
while you can
life is
short

An etheree form is a syllable count of 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
and reverse for the double etheree.