Jonathan Celestin

Rookie (August 30,1988 / Port-au-Prince, Haiti)


I think about you many times a day,
Wanting to kiss you in every which way,
Your beauty was made out of pure clay
From Heaven in the Angels bay.

When the horizon turns pink at sunset,
I wish to hold you, so dont feel fret,
In my arm, like ice, I want you to melt,
But in my lovely soul is where the true feelings are felt.

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