Although
you say to gather my rosebuds while I may’,
You’re
baleful ideas mean nothing to me,
Because
I wish to savor each day.
So
please, just let me be, and set me free, I no longer want to hear your plea.
The
sun shall rise and set whether I am old or young,
So
for now I’ll embrace my innocence and relax.
And
please sir, bite your tongue!
You’re
discourteous words won’t make an impact.
I
don’t want to soil my youth,
My
lifestyle is benign,
The
way you think is quite uncouth,
My
purity can only be washed away with time.
Just
as the moon lights up the dark, night sky,
My
innocence illuminates me,
In
all honesty, I’m a bit sheepish and shy,
So
please hush, and I will love when I am ready.
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