When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My nose was a pug, round and it was flat near my eyes.

It remained so cute till I was barely fourteen,
When it got a lifted ridge, I never knew.

Maybe until when I got the better of my own level,
When my acumen got sharper in the world's eyes.


When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My nature was so happy, jolly and gaily.

It remained so young till I crossed nineteen,
When I was greeted by the world's toxicity.

Maybe until when I got some more experience,
When I was left with a single option to grow up.


When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My choice remained between sweet & more sweet.

It remained so till I tasted what failure felt like,
When I felt their choices imposed on myself.

Maybe until I fell in the truest love of them all,
When I loved Mystery and only thought for her good.



I realize that she might feel constricted by my extreme love,
So I will let her experience more and would only caution her.