12/29/2007

miss little beautiful


miss little beautiful

that was her name

miss little beautiful

cos she’s too pretty

for only God could see

her beauty lightens

his pupil


he calls her

miss little beautiful

the wife of mother nature

oh how she becomes of Him

as the angels floats by in

their sweetest home

of heavens


she was a lover

like a pale crimson rose

he grew her

and passionately making love

to her


while he cried,

tears of his romance

ripple down on

earth

from those precious rainbow skies

where

she stands and forever smiles


God looks down

on her

and just holds her

in his arms


he would never let her go…..

~

7 comments:

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

:)

polona said...

fairy tale stuff...
hugs!

Kai C. said...

:)

Kalyan said...

lovely words...beautifully crafted!

Ellen M Johns said...

I hope your poetry in 2008 is as good as this.
Happy New Year friend and may all your dreams come true.

Don Iannone said...

Kai: Wishing you bright stars, sweet dreams, deep laughter, peace in the middle of a snowstorm, and warm sunny mornings sittin' in the sun. Happy New Year! Don

Kai C. said...

thank you
happy new 08!