My name takes a new meaning when you take it. The syllables sound so refined, the consonants so profound.
“What is there in a name?” I often thought but you breathe life to it.
Like a sing song,
Like the secret song of the wild bees,
Like the sacred song of devotees,
Like the burps of an innocent child,
Like the sighs of a lover,
Now, there is nothing that I wish to hear other than you calling my name.