Treasure Island

Shelomith Noarbe

(April 21,1984 / San Jose, Sipalay, Negros Occidental, Philippines)

Monthsary


'Hi, nice meeting you! '
'Ohhh, I love you, too! '
'Yes, I do! '
few words
it is indeed
yet
just in that minute
turns to be
an hour of happiness
days of sharing sweet thoughts
understanding each other deeply
weeks of researching for fact how
and when was that time that you liked each other
monthly you are reminiscing
things done that very minute
that very second
when the beat of your heart
was for that person
that person
you want to cheerish
for the rest
and it is indeed
'til you are alive
and even
'til the next life
forevermore

Submitted: Saturday, June 27, 2009
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