Even the Greatest blessings are black and white.
Both, the hope of heaven and err the night.
Both of sun and rose and confusing blight.
Part blessed dream part arid might.
Yet A blessing is a test a true score.
The notes of promise to implore.
as the chorus is the usual title, so is the blessing is the point of true belief.
A woman gives her heart in many fashions.
Some of care some of lurid passions.
Some of friendship with future Love.
But what ever it is I'll see it through no matter,
if it ends has eternal beginnings, or a one way ladder.
to go up, isn't always an happy dream.
Yet its paradise all the same.
with her, no matter what it will be.
©redic
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