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 (: