The Bells Were Ringing Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Bells Were Ringing



The bells were ringing
Your love was flowing
And it was early day
Alas! I lost that chance.

Years passed.
With children I saw you
Pass in front of me
I in desperation looked

And I remembered
Remembered that sweet morn
Before you had those children
When you Love flowed to me.

Saturday, December 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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