Elizbeth The Flower Girl Poem by Ogu Henry Chijioke8888

She is like Number one in the abyss of care,
Like rain from the sky, she might have fell from the clouds.
Too many questions, but all answers in her eyes,
Insearch of her wings, of her words that do mesmerise.


Like diamonds in the dreams of an Artist,
He named her Lost Angel.
Beyond the beauties of her being,
He called her flower girl,
and with
The influence of her heavenly smiles, he flowered her with
wonderful love.


Short words she uttered, but deep was the meaning,
O my poor heart could feel the great love in this heart.
She might be sent like a dove from above
' O dear Queency, wish you could crown me your King '
That was the last words of the great Artist
Jonnas Johnson
He smiled up and sighed
like the breezy Nights
of Nights.