No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.
She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.
Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...
Beauty And The Body
When the body was strong and stout,
The mind was soft and fickle,
It was indifferent to seeking beauty.
It was complacent.
When the mind is eager and strong,
To appreciate and glorify beauty,
The body gives in, but it is the mind