All Young Girls Poem by Padma Devkota

All young girls who are yet single
And course along their lonely way
Dream each day to so commingle
With another to flow away
Into the wonders of the unknown
Lest eyes be wrung and hearts be torn.

All young girls who dream of being
Sworn to stately lovers bold
Have a special way of seeing
How lovers' hearts are made of gold:
Though hearts are human, hearts are weak,
They may expose a golden streak.

All young girls who find a lover
May not find a golden heart,
Glamour only forms a cover
And deceit lies beneath an art.
But when rich clay and sunlight mingle,
Can either one be ever single?

All young girls are jealous of their
Prized and guarded single man
And when he thinks another fair
They all weep and begin to wan.
Yet the waters of their being
Lie merged and mingled though unseeing.

All young girls who are yet single
And nurture in their lonely heart
Dreams of meeting one to mingle
With and never ever to part
Look into the distance unknown
With eyes through which their hearts have flown.