Green I am not,
Nor red,
More a peachy pink,
Or a delicate blue,
In my feelings for you.
My eyes are not large,
When they look upon your lover,
Tho my heart turns over,
I am quick to smile,
You are happy.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Green I am not,
Nor red,
More a peachy pink,
Or a delicate blue,
In my feelings for you.
My eyes are not large,
When they look upon your lover,
Tho my heart turns over,
I am quick to smile,
You are happy.
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; 6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
