small
baby
made
his
entrance
into this
world.
face
more
beautiful
than a
porcelain
doll.
hair
jet
black
and
curly.
eyes
more
dark
than
midnight.
soft
skin
of
olive
tone.
God
had
created
perfection.
gazing
upon his
creation.
in a
mighty
voice
he
called.
come
home
my
child.
(c) copyright heather burns
This poem is very beautiful.
This poem is very beautiful. I really like it. I am going to read more of your work :)
[-{Twisted.Whisperer}-]