Tell me who will tell me where to go before the bell tolls,
And what angel will spread his tender wings in spring
To bring me back to you long after this sad song is sung,
When lying together will no more mean trying to love,
But tying our hearts together never denying affection
In an unending satisfaction in celestial fields of felicity,
As we so supernally grow into one another for eternity . . .
Ah! Tell me who will tell me what to do to bring me back to you
noblethemes 
Awesome 👍 poetry, Jonathan.