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TO CIARA: RULES FOR LOVING

			Little dark haired one, don’t fall
			for the first boy to give you attention
			or pay you a compliment. Don’t fall
			for the first boy who says he is
			‘the leader of a hundred men’; 
			there are many false messiahs.

			Ciara, don’t fall for the first boy
			who sings you love songs or writes 
			poems for you, you will know						
			the truth by the undertones; follow
			your instincts, they are there to guide.
			Don’t fall for silver-tipped words.

			Irish jewel, jade of the Isles, don’t fall
			for the first boy to make promises,
			actions speak louder than words.					
			Your autonomy is a gift but when
			disenchanted it becomes a wall, 
			a curse. Don’t fall. Don’t fall.

			Don’t fall, innocent girl, for the first
			boy to bring you shiny things, a far
			greater beauty shines in you,						
			a power unaware. Value kindness
			over the things people call precious.
			Keep your enthusiasm in high regard.

			O, Ciara, whose name is whispered
			across mountain valleys, don’t fall
			for the first boy who brings you flowers
			on the first date. Don’t fall for the first
			boy to show you his rose tattoo;					
			please don’t fall for him… 

			Oh, sweet woman of a thousand names
			respect yourself enough to trust
			yourself enough to let go of the rope
			and fall for the one who writes the melody
			for the song in your heart… fall for the one
			who knows the geography of your soul
			because they are his maps, too… fall for 
			the one who speaks the language of trees…
			fall for the first boy who brings flowers everyday
			and grows gardens in your eyes.
			But, Ciara, at least once in your life
			fall… for a heart that has not loved
			fully is a rose that never blooms.

       NOTE: the real Ciara who inspired this poem has gone on to become Miss Canada 2017.
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