She is nearly to perfect …
She makes up God’s kingdom …
He commands that we give respect,
He insists that we become like unto
such as she …

© jan leree 2012

Echo:

‎...almost as if I saw,
saw through your eyes,
eyeing the tulips,
and they spying beauty, too.
smiled the wide smile.
‎...my child,
in the garden, beware
down there, a serpent lurks.
And though it mayest bite at your heel
you shall overcome ...

Guest Poet:  (c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012

This is the precious age,
 that many girls lose their innocense
to spiritual, emotional, physical and sexual abuse.
Love the children.
Someone.
Love the children.

(c) jan leree 2012
愛愛愛愛愛愛愛
4/27/2012 12:05:43 am

The language of Eden
is the language of Heaven...
love spoke it from the tree,
then died of broken heart.
Jn 19:30

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