Is she this naive, shy thing; not a mere wisp of a girl but yet, not a woman?
Does she have a heart of gold with insurmountable capacity to cling to an idealism of reality, and yet understands and knowingly accepts the world’s evils?
Half angel, yet half tart?
Your innocent schoolgirl, yet who is as lascivious when unleashed?
Does she look up to you like a mentor, yet in her head she has the mind of a scholar?
Reserved yet accepts you without reservation?
Foolish, and bright, yet she is all yours.
Does she have a heart of gold with insurmountable capacity to cling to an idealism of reality, and yet understands and knowingly accepts the world’s evils?
Half angel, yet half tart?
Your innocent schoolgirl, yet who is as lascivious when unleashed?
Does she look up to you like a mentor, yet in her head she has the mind of a scholar?
Reserved yet accepts you without reservation?
Foolish, and bright, yet she is all yours.
A random adaptation of poetic V. Palmer, 1999.
Strikingly apt in your discovery of a late-bloomer.
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