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…..
~
6 comments:
fairy tale stuff...
hugs!
:)
lovely words...beautifully crafted!
I hope your poetry in 2008 is as good as this.
Happy New Year friend and may all your dreams come true.
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
thank you
happy new 08!
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