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
I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows,
I believe that someone in the great somewhere, hears every word,
every time I hear a new born baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky ......
then I know WHY I BELIEVE..
Kind Words Dont Cause
Mch
They Nvr Blister The
Tongue Or Lips
They Make Othr Ppl
Good-Natures They
Also Produce Their
Own Image On Men''s
Soul & A Beautiful 1 :)
