Bells

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Your name rangs sweeter in my ears than church bells. Your name calls me out of my slumber out of the beaks of birds perched outside my window. You are the sunlight that thawed my aching heart so that it may beat again as it never has.

Be my love oh beautiful one. Love me adamantly or if you will not, rest in reason. Sift through your thoughts of what's proper and what's not. Rearrange your letters until you and I end up together

Then when you move, move with passion. Run to me with no regard as to whether I may break when you find me. Crash into me. Wash over me with all of your fervor and I will return it with the magnitude of hurricanes and tidal waves.

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