Love is
Lyndia j fridley-owen Rainbow Rhythem Keeper
Love is a wonderful thing you know. It helps us each day as we feed and grow, it helps us to make the right choices and such, and strengthens us so very much. Each caring heart is so full of bliss, God has given us each day to help and bless! For such a kind person as caring as you, So full of compassion and tenderness too, This be my plea, and be my prayer That God will keep you in his care. May your days be filled with love and glea, Little birds singing, rainbows and trees. Bright flowers and streams, soft meadows and beams, and with each wonderful blessing that a lifetime may bring!
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