• Hark! Hear the bell ring,
    The sound of chimes on a cool summer's breeze.
    'Tis not bells or chimes of any kind known, but those of the heart being swept away by a gentle nymph.
    A nymph that is beautiful and pale with lips of rose,
    A nymph whose smile could warm the icy heart of any man,
    A nymph whose skin, soft as silk and creamy in color, sends shivers with the simplest of touches.
    I dare to say that this nymph is mine,
    for she invades my mind, my dreams, and subdues the darkness.
    She sheds light to every corner of my heart and awakens a burning fire in my soul.
    Oh beautiful nymph will thou be mine?
    To fill my life with the joy I've often dreamed of.
    To seduce my heart to sing for eternity.
    To praise your name with the sound of a chime...
    the sound of a bell