Nothing surpasses the wonder,
Watching her sleeping so soft.
But, something's calling off yonder.
A warning that's not so far off.
Yet, in his eyes how she twirls.
Playful and laughing she grows.
Then, comes the makeup and pearls.
On arm of a boy, off she goes.
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Author:
Juice (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have two beautiful daughters and I can already see the heartache that is on the horizon, as I place their hand into the hand of another.
- Category: Love
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