Too Young For Dates, Too Old For Dolls
On a silver eve
The moon aperch lavender walls
Silver slivered through black-green vines.
Little girls cross-legged
On a dutch-girl quilt spread
Dreaming one and one.
Will he find me? My love?
Be the one to beat my heart?
Will I know him?
I want an adventurer,
A rough-cut man, strong hands
And I will know he’s mine.
Oh, no, I’d rather he
A sweet and rich man be, and
Give me babes and gowns.
On a silver night
The moon aperch lavender walls,
Little girls cross-legged sighed.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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