Listen! I still hear the tiny bells
tinkling in the chambers of love
deep in my heart; they sing
of our fingers that clasped, unclasped
and clasped again, with tremor
of love felt so deeply and truly.
Look! I still see the tiny patch
of coyness, deep red coyness
imprinted on my cheek, the shy mark
of love your lips left behind
in the dark alley of togetherness
which heavens had planned for us.
We met, we loved, blessed that hour,
when death takes me away
I know I shall still hear
the tiny bells deep in my heart
louder than ever;
and the coy mark you left behind
will glow its brightest red ever.
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