Comments about terrence beckford
Your care is like the fresh smelling breeze of SEPTEMBER
Under a moonlite night spilling out it's sweet frangrance after the close of twi-light.
Your care hangs majestically like AUGUST clouds, speaking quietly in urgency to a pure love in a heart that listen for the answer of CHRIST,
Your care shines like the sun of JULY, heating my oyster outer hardness to soften my now exposed hidden pearls and only the month of JUNE MAY remember the unfold of your gleam, like APRIL'S harvestin