Poet: Malak Tamimi- Voice

The first glance was when I heard his voice
So superfine and attracts you all of a sudden
It would break a stone
It would inter your heart without warn
We met when we talked
We met when we spoke
We met when we heard
Affection was brought in by his voice
If it were different
The meeting and hearing
If it were different
The falling and the rising
Would it change my heart?
Or would it be the same?