Maybe love put sunshine in your heart,
Using light to leaven your long day.
Maybe it was hard, but from the start,
‘Twixt blight and bloom the sunshine had its way.
Sing, then, of mother’s love, and your delight
Descended down to me, that I might be
Alive with sunshine, bountiful and bright,
Yet yearning still for what you gave to me.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Maybe love put sunshine in your heart
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