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My Daughter, Happy 18th Birthday

I know you're at that age where every man feels like they love you and can marry you 
But take your time girl
I know you feel like a model on the red carpet and all eyes are on you
Everyone is applauding you 
I know you feel like a celebrity walking to stage 
And as you walk through the corridors,
Your fans..each one is dying to touch you
They're screaming your name..each one wants your attention
I know it feels like heaven 
And How ever exciting it is
Baby don't get excited
I know, I know you're a blossoming flower
With a beautiful and irresistible fragrance
Drawing all bees to you
But baby I want you to be a rose
See its beautiful but it also has thorns
Guard yourself jealously
Do not allow to be plucked
Before your time is due
Yeah they will call you old fashioned
But baby
That's because their minds are stationed
And they don't think like the learned
Just don't mind the
Because baby its not fashionable for one to wear a cloth that's torn and has been used over and over again
You'll have it in on your closet
You might wear it sometimes
But it will NEVER be your favourite 
Baby no man will want an over used woman 
He might love you yeah but will never trust you or respect you
I know they say, people change and we have to put the past behind and
And with true love nothing matters
Blah blah blah
baby look at me!
don't listen to them
Because true love is beautiful when pure
Not when wounded and all used up..right?
Anything is beautiful when its pure and new
When used..the beauty fades
Honey, you're a rose flower 
Loved and wanted by many 
But once you wither..(once you wither)
No one will want you
Not even a child would want to play with you
Am not saying you should be perfect
I know that's not possible 
All am saying is guard your flower

Copyright © Keren Happuch | Year Posted 2018

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