The voice is smooth and soft only slightly pushing into your mind as they speak they have a voice like a painter  swerving his painbrush along the canvas slow and steady while still be straight and pointed You know who the voice belong's to it belongs to that special someone in your heart there voice is sometimes harder than a rock and rough as a raging sea but other times it soft like a silky touch You think about the voice and then see who it belongs to of course you rush up to them and embrace them in a warmth of sunlight which engulfs you with hapiness but of course you can not always have these raging sea's or painter's course but you can always have there silky touch.