We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
I luk upon lyf as a
book & d ppl I luv r lyk
Rosepetals kept b/w d
pages
Ech tym I turn a pg of
my lyf
I find a Rosepetal
reminding me of my
beutiful memoriz (:
Someone Remembers, Somebody Cares, YOUR Name Is Whispered In Somebody’s Prayers, Keep The Bright Hope Of Sunshine In View, Someone Is Warmly Thinking Of You
If The Essence Of My Being
Has Caused A Smile To Have
Appeared Your Face
Or
A Touch Of Joy Within Your Heart
Then In Living
I''ve Made My Mark . . . :)
I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how i felt, and you still would not understand. So now I leave, without a sound, except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice....
but for those who love....
TIME is ETERNITY
