My loving voice

My loving voice is the shape of a mountainous sky
Full of passionate rainbows and charm within eyes
Shape of a fingertip stroking raincloud souls
Gentle with laughter, wonderfully whole

As sharp as the sunlight, as soft as the rain
Caressing each sentence with loss of hurt gained
So I can SHOUT IT, whisper it, most of all feel it
The voice may be mortal but I will never leave it