Belle Bell

I wonder to myself As the sound fills the air Of the bell, ringing out Struck by the bar at its side A strange sound ringing through me With a full head but a hollow heart It reverberates Like each thought Bouncing back and echoing My empty soul is full of sound Lyrical, but lacking substance with out her That smile, at a quick joke, a subtle zing Just barely out of my reach A lovely belle that wont stop ringing Alto voice but chiming Light gleaming, her eyes If only to gaze into her eyes every morning Waking to a gentle Bell Waking with a gentle Belle