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