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!