A voice full of passion born
The sound that nature calls love lorn.
The harshness so cruel and yet so sweet,
The face that would make me give
Beads of steam and heat.
The soul so pained and painful,
The soul so greatly beautiful,
The soul so contained and pensive,
The soul so reserved and restricted,
The face of man hiding beauty,
The voice so enclosed
In a striking body
Seemingly made to hide;
Hide exposing sensual traits.
You have the power,
The magic to sing.
You own the splendor
Of the voice that can arouse.
You are the soul that I could feed on,
You are the soul of Jay Sean.