“She was that lass I loved to admire when she plucked roses in her Charlotte novels she beamed like sunflower, when she laughed at romantic lines, I loved her little sequin nuggets those fine details about her, those indefinite little prose. Her smell made me wonder, Do books have frankincense? I loved to stare at her favourite book by” LoveCharlotteHannah CherubZimbabwean WriterSoulful PoemLove Beating Poetry Book:Hannah Cherub: Hannah cherub Source: Hannah Cherub: Hannah cherub