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
Beautiful gift of God is put in human being as angel. Very nicely drafted and shared really.
How nice you ending the poem with good question, nice one_Soul
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, the gift of God should be treasured, and hold close to the heart of everyone!