A young flower
Just beginning to bloom
A young daughter
In her heart for love there is room.
She waits for a dance
For a song
For a leap
Her blood runs wild
As she runs
As she seeks
Do not awaken love, my child
Before its due time
Do not pluck out the flower, child
Before it is ready to be entwined
Do not awaken love, my child
For I see it in your heart
You have so much more to learn
About the intricacies
Of this renowned delicacy.
His heart beats
With yearnings old
As his ancestors' did before him
The instinct is there
He longs to begin
But the flower is not
In full bloom
Do not awaken love, my child
Until it so desires
Or you may find an unripe fruit
And your yearnings may turn sour.
Do not awaken love, my child
Till you've learnt to love and protect
And when love does so desire
The flowers will bloom
And permeate perfume
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