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Beside the Temple Bell
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Love Your Asian eyes moist,
the touch of your hand
speaks to me of
your gentleness,
and your love.
That night,
we heard the temple bell;
and across the table
you smiled at me.
I love you because
you feed me with warmth
and comfort
And you walked with me
until I could walk alone.
Now it is time
for me to walk with you
for you cannot walk alone.
I will hold and
comfort you
until someday, my love,
we will dance again
beside the temple bell.
Sayonara does not always
mean goodbye.
