God chose the special angels
When decided to do my mate
Assigned holyday to create
He used his best apparel
Rolled the dough by tasty juice
Extracted of paradise fruits
All day's work was hard acute
Then He took full weekend truce
Of eyes a light beam emerges
Red apple tinge defy her cheeks
Jujube fruits would red lips pick
Body white fresh snow would merge
In my brain a mind could remain
Of those wines soul be satiate? !
Short time to time couldn't wait
Rose off butterfly could entertain?
Divine secret put in her lips
Honey would pour at soft wish
My poor heart the treasure reach
Gift of God am worth I do keep.
12/3/2008
such nice imagery you pour out divinely bliss great words about your miss -10 anju (do read mine Make me or break me)
God chose the special angels When decided to do my mate. Rachel Ann Butler
Divine secret put in her lips Honey would pour at soft wish My poor heart the treasure reach Gift of God am worth I do keep... beautiful
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I would like to translate this poem
You pour out honey as you wish Your poems are your honey dish You are the devine oceanic fish You write poems in divine bliss CP