Soul mate search

What an endearing Melody could it be A magical sensual voice rings in my mind It Must be an early morning Nightingale's whisper The melodic tune caresses and soothes me What is the mystery behind this Melody I must listen more,keenly,open my innermost ears The voice is from within like a cry not a baby's A cry from a solitary being soul searching The cry of agony,reflects solitude and misery It reflects rejection, melancholy and helplessness The smile on my face hiding solitude and misery Inside my baggy cold blankets and duvets The sad tone still finds its way in I shun it by cuddling with mercitute But I realize that the voice is still here with me Mercitute,lucitute,sophitute can't rid this tone To Hell with all this tutes nothing real in tutes Now it's a deep yearning from the heart to find Not a tute but a Nightingale the one that whispers Early in the morning I won't need to cuddle but to Listen to not a sad but a flawless affectionate whisper that will contend my heart My bed will no longer be cold with tutes Warm will it be even without the heavy blankets and duvets.