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I know a girl stumbling,
falling into womanhood.
She knows so much,
of others motivations.
But knows nothing,
about being in love.
She could tell you any,
spiritual rationalization.
But she knows not,
of the cradle of passion.
The passion that rips,
sweats, and swears.
How you can feel,
its every tooth and nail.
That fear she feels,
is like wine in her glass.
I am tempted to sip,
like adam and his apple.
I want to show her,
the essence of love.
The apex of passion,
trumped by the tenderness,
of real fulfilling love.
But instead I write,
this ode to her allure.
Like a sailor of olde,
sings of the siren's song.
Tempting practical men,
from their perch on the rocks.
Singing so longingly,
they'd jump from their boats.
Drowning in the deep sea,
in their passionate embace.
The rescued men fought,
to return to their caresses.
Speaking of mermaids,
beautiful and in love.
So these tough men,
that battle the sea.
Still crane their necks,
to listen for that call.
Hearts hopeful but wary,
of the strength of their will.
For who can resist her call,
elusive but ever tempting.