Her virginity
Was a flower
You plucked her girlhood
And put it in a vase
By her bed

Reminded her
a woman's role was to love
Support the growth
of the flower
that you picked

Made sure
that she'd water it
But wouldn't dare
to do it yourself

Dug the lily
from dirt with two
fingers

Because
of its beauty
But what about
how it grows?