A misdialed number, a twist of chance’s thread,
A voice like sunlight through the line was led!
Her gentle cadence, soft as morning dew,
Awoke a spark where quiet longing grew. No face to see, just warmth in every word,
A kindness pure, the sweetest I had heard!
She spoke of life, of dreams, of simple care,
Her heart a beacon glowing through the air.Each syllable, a bridge across the miles,
Her laughter wove a spell of tender smiles!
Though married, bound by vows I’d never break,
Her soul’s soft grace made my own heart ache. No thought of wrong, no wish to claim her hand,
Just love that bloomed where none could understand!
A fleeting call, yet deep as oceans’ tides,
Her goodness lit a flame that never hides.Oh, voice of mercy, accidental muse,
You taught my heart what it could never choose!
In silent reverence, I’ll hold you near,
A married saint, forever kind, forever dear!
