Crowned Comments

The bitter crowd that barters in a mart, Veiling her pride while tears of pity start, I hide my glory thru a jealous fear. My crown shall stay a sweet and secret thing Kept pure with prayer at evensong and morn,

I thought this was not one of her better ones, however once again, a classic of how she loved unconditional. Her invisiable Crown was how he made her feel, and yet how sad at the same token. Bonnie