In autumn as the leaves fall,
my hand is placed in hers.
Shes wearing green-yellow eyes,
and a green paisley shawl.
The Creator of All
,with her subtle grace, concurs.
Her beauty is whole.
The brilliance of her form
only a reflection of pure soul,
and this purity can be seen
exampled by her life.
I pray that you may know her
so you may taste what heavens like.
Heed my words," be like her!",
and even on earth
there shall be no strife.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
In autumn as the leaves fall,
my hand is placed in hers.
Shes wearing green-yellow eyes,
and a green paisley shawl.
The Creator of All
,with her subtle grace, concurs.
Her beauty is whole.
The brilliance of her form
only a reflection of pure soul,
and this purity can be seen
exampled by her life.
I pray that you may know her
so you may taste what heavens like.
Heed my words," be like her!",
and even on earth
there shall be no strife.