When first she arrived

Amidst joy untamed

She tried hard to smile

Yet words she could not say.

When the world she embraced

It’s lure and glory

Lost in endeavors and ways

Hers is a sorry story.

Then comes the quest

To find her place here

But she’s careful to err

And so on she persevered.

Speak, speak, I love you, see

With head bowed and non to lift

Her face lit with so much grin

Her innocence so clear to see.

Sorry girl, sorry lover

Will you love and not cower

It’s clear you’re first time shy

Sweet love can make you fly.

— David Dem

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