I hear bells.
I hear a voice
With the sweetest choir ringing .
The sound of love.
Somethings can hypnotize us.
Even memorize us into paralyzation.
When we feel a connection to someone.
Music playing.
It might be the violins.
It might be the *****
I t might be a trumpet.
Just playing the sound of love.
I can listen to the musical notes sending a message.
With each melody.
I can just imagine the symphony.
And stay lost in my musical dreams.
Its the sound of love that's moving me.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
I hear bells.
I hear a voice
With the sweetest choir ringing .
The sound of love.
Somethings can hypnotize us.
Even memorize us into paralyzation.
When we feel a connection to someone.
Music playing.
It might be the violins.
It might be the *****
I t might be a trumpet.
Just playing the sound of love.
I can listen to the musical notes sending a message.
With each melody.
I can just imagine the symphony.
And stay lost in my musical dreams.
Its the sound of love that's moving me.
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