A Heart's Forecast
Dear sweet heart of mine... With thyself please be gentle. See, the golden sun does shine After the downpour of your soul... Behold! Love's rainbow in the sky, Beams down upon you, piercing your darkest cloud. The heavens extend its 'kerchief so you can dry The lonely teardrops that like a shroud All rays of happiness covers like a dark mantle! Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 20002001, Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 05:04 AM PST, Mary Aris 0 • 12
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"Dear sweet heart of mine......"