Crusader Poem by CHERYL winter

Crusader,
You gently whisper
Words as smooth as silver
I hear..I hear you loud and clear!
But a litttle voice Inside me warns..
Beware! Beware!
I withdraw a while
To contemplate
What would be my fate
If I became a sucker
To a handsome looking sweet talker!
Who will bear the scars of indiscretion?
Who will be the object of condemnation?
Who will bear the pangs of conscience?
Who will know the open shame>
Who will become the early school leaver?
Who will become the unwed mother?
Who will be classified as second hand?
Who may never wear a wedding band?
Who might feel the surgeon's knife?
Who might have a shortened life?
I twist and turn and search my brain
Then the answer flashes bold and plain.
Not you...not you...but only me!
So come now crusader
Turn your ear and listen up..
It is my turn to speak!
I am a gentle female
But that does not make me weak!
I will not let your idle words of silver
Tempt me
And spoil my chances
Of a golden future!