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


from those precious rainbow skies


she stands and forever smiles

God looks down

on her

and just holds her

in his arms

he would never let her go…..



J. Andrew Lockhart said...


polona said...

fairy tale stuff...

Kai C. said...


Anonymous said...

lovely words...beautifully crafted!

Anonymous 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!