As color is to autumn’s leaves,
As the snow to winter’s morn,
As the sunshine to the spring,
As the rain in summer born,
Is but a glimpse of that sweet Love-
Rendered, tattered, bruised and torn.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
As color is to autumn’s leaves,
As the snow to winter’s morn,
As the sunshine to the spring,
As the rain in summer born,
Is but a glimpse of that sweet Love-
Rendered, tattered, bruised and torn.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.