________________ You may not be a Messenger, Yet, I am sure that you are not without a Message. You may not be a Weaver, Yet, It's certain that you are not without a string. Not the flame but the sheer want of fragrance, often burns your fine-delicate flower of life. Whatever nature gives you, She first puts it on the petals of your soul; Whatever offering she takes from you, She puts it in the heart of your soul-to-be. +5 I may doubt if it is a cloud, But how can I doubt if it is a Shower ? 15 When you give anything precious of life its pro El into a flame, Time its proper place into a glow. LORIOUS..... AND ING!
