Youthful vitality oozes from my pores.
A child freshly turned to a maiden.
My hair flicks and licks against my cheeks
as it twists and twirls in the cold winter wind.

The scents of love and lust drift aloof,
Under the bridges of young boy’s noses.
The feminine spells that are cast in the air,
cause men to rush to me with roses.

Youthful vitality is what they crave.
My innocence that I have saved.
Lips like budding blossoms of dusty roses,
on which they wish to place their kisses.

Eyes that are sunflowers in a wild green field,
those with their greedy hands, wish to steal,
but my heart will never set on them and yield.