I Love to Hear You Talk

I love to hear you talk, my dear,
Your voice is music to my ear.
It makes me happy all the day
And drives the glommy doubts away.

But when you suffer, I can feel
The bitter truth and agony,
You trembling voice's still appeal
Rouses my soul to symphathy.

Tho' you are silent, in your eyes
I read the secrets of tour heart;
The truthfulness wothout disguise
That tears my innermost apart.