Too young to really know what sorrow means,You live in a mysterious world to me.
Waiting for your hearts enchantment,
Where secret thoughts float you to your paradise.
Your flowering beauty,
Never touched or
known through another’s eyes.
So delicate like a China doll.
Your gentle gaze and modest smile,
shield themselves from others view.
Your secret orchid beauty
Protected by your hopes and dreams.
Your porcelain shell which
Could, at any moment break and
Leave your open heart to weep,
Who then would heal your crystal tears?
Your soul takes graceful flight,
on wings that once were gossamer,
To soar toward your womanhood!
Where to then, my little friend?
You live, you love,
As hidden satin, waiting
for a velvet touch to set you free.
Your heart, your strength. Kind friend.
格温
