The Pianist's Stunning Violets
Greetings were goodbyes
The ring was lost no shine
Bid farewell to the heart of
Feet were afar now - ended.
Smiling to hug and tease
Heart reached its blossom
White, pure, love, and all.
How can I say thanks Thee?
You made the day alive again
Love secured in Thee, great!
How happy and thankful I am
You made my heart live again.
She closed her sterling notebook with a caption of my poem. She wondered why she felt choked a while ago. As she gazed at her drawing using the crayon, and pastel, she vividly remembered the cascading falls near the hills where violets, the witness flowers how she fell in love with the prince. The pain made her tremble a little, but made her ponder that her true God p