Bloom Of Youth

Your day will come little girl, little girl, Be patient today and tomorrow. Sip gently the nectar of awakening love, Deep drafts are harbingers of sorrow.* Guard wisely the blush of your opening bud- One blossom is all you're allotted. The body betrays and the heart is deceived In throes of first passion besotted. For many a dewdrop of love comes your way To pluck at impatient heart strings, But dew drops evaporate in the sun's ray, Sip gently awaiting well-springs. That first gentle thrill as your petals unfurl, Like a breeze passing over the skin, Can turn to a tempest and rage uncontrolled To lead you astray from within. Pluck not the bud and hand careless away- No bud that is plucked ever blossoms 'Til down the footpaths of your slated day True love will at last come a-walking. *harbinger: a precedent; to go before