My love riveted by a blushing wind
The time is now to take action,
The path is broken to cower and rescind
I am off to see my love, my love, who I must see again
Who I have not met now, but remembered her then
From the bell view, at steeple porch we rung the bell tongue
And from the porch heard it’s song that Sandalphon sung
And happiness blew with the loveless air then
And the lulling bell welcomed what we would become
And memory that day I recollect on the weathervane spun
Atop the steeple, where our love from a bell view had blossomed
And I haven’t stopped this bell heart that rings for you
And it cannot until under white veil, and dress tail, you say,
I do
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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