Nevaeh: Heaven Backwards
Little, brown curls that flow softly down
The brightest, bluest eyes
Fair skin
Gentle touch
Innocent smile
She's beautiful
Like a little, glass doll
She's fragile too
She's small and frail
Loved by many
Staying close to our hearts
With clear, and pure childly innocence
She's my baby girl
This little girl is a HUGE part of my life
And her name is Nevaeh;
Heaven backwards.
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