There Is A Garden In Her Face,
Where Roses And White Lilies Blow;
A Heavenly Paradise Is That Place,
Wherein All Pleasant Fruits Do Grow.
There Cherries Grow That None May Buy,
Till Cherry Ripe Themselves Do Cry
It Is Easy In The World
To Live After The
World''s Opinion, It Is
Easy In Solitude After
Our Own,
But
The Great Man Is He,
Who In The Midst Of
Te Crowd Keeps With
Perfect Sweetness The
Independence Of
Solitude ... :)
Sumday Evrything ''Ll
All Make Perfect
Sense
So 4 Now
Laugh @ The Confusion
Smile Through Tears
And
Keep Reminding
Yourself
Dat
Evrything Happens For
A Reason .. (:
