He put dewdrops on my lips, flowers in my hair

My hand he held on to, in an effort to pair

I stood still in an effort, I could hardly bear

Then all I could do was pull away, the touch tear


Touch me not! My leaves I close again, do not dare

I am no sweet kitten, no little, frightened hare

A thousand sorrows I speak, their cloak I do wear

Yet flaring nostrils I seethe, a sad angry mare


Hands closed on my bosom, my love has become rare

Only pure buds of innocence, in it can share

To them only allegiance, I can ever swear

For them my lasting breath, for them only my care

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