My hands are bound, by the sound of a bell. A chime I cherish and

respect. A divine song, played upon my chest and echoing through

my soul. Not a voice, nor any angel can bring me to my knees

faster, then the softness of it's touch. Drowning my strength, as

it turns into my tears. Weakness prevails as I'm swallowed deep

into trance. Whispering tones, emerge from my bliss. They surround

my heart in gold. To only touch the physical side would lock me in

for eternity.