Tender Is Your Age
Tender is your age,
I must be gentle
and honor your gender
and the exquisiteness
it can show and offer;
a female is feminine,
not as rough as a male,
I compare you to a lily
that has purity
depicting its whiteness
and it renders
an unmatchable
example of ingenuity!
Beautiful are your traits,
refined, noble, and gracious,
but silence makes you restless;
and I must confess
how my awareness
delights in your flairs,
never expecting perfection
even from a spontaneous phrase
who is spoken eloquently...
wouldn't I praise it,
not considering it
an intangible malaise?
It's my moral obligation
to be attentive and protect always
your precious innocence
not tolerated by insolence
and from the constant harm
of heartless monsters
who easily bend a fragile will,
who defile a defenseless body
and also an unyielding soul:
a single bruise immediately
will sound the alarm...
and fling away my fury
with a glance of repudiation!
Tender is your age,
and innocent are your ways;
much you will learn from life
imitating who has lived enough to guide
your steps and make you victorious...
laugh hysterically amid the battles of rage!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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