Janine Alyssa Navarro (March 21,1991 / Dubai, U.A.E.)
So precious, she canâ€™t be replaced
a beautiful sea-shell, she whispers
her best-kept secrets and tales
until youâ€™re lost in her lonely ballad.
Keeping her close, safe and warm
a thousand bells reverberate faintly
as she softly drifts off to slumber
hold her tight, before she floats away.
Her kiss, fragrant as a babyâ€™s breath
sweet as the strawberryâ€™s first wound
thereâ€™s no time left to react;
youâ€™re lost in her, lost in blissful danger.
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