So precious, she can’t be replaced
a beautiful sea-shell, she whispers
her best-kept secrets and tales
until you’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 baby’s breath
sweet as the strawberry’s first wound
there’s no time left to react;
you’re lost in her, lost in blissful danger.
Janine Alyssa Navarro
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-743/
