virtuous woman

When a woman gives away her flower,
she loses her power...
It doesn't seem that way at first,
it doesnt become realized until that internal girl
gets hurt...
That smile that once meant I love you,
turns into I may not ever see you again,
This new found intimacy that once meant hello,
when its over it signifies the beginning of the
prominent end...
Yeah if feels like a world win romance...
He asks for your hand and you have no idea,
that after the first tango you two will share
the last dance...
He opens you up and writes his equation,
You allow him to add his poetic chemistry,
only for this to be another historic devastation...
Being in the school of love or lack there of, doesn't
mean you've learned,
Just because you gotten older with time, it doesn't mean
the wisdom youve earned...
You're still getting burned...
The body speaks, the heart talks even louder,
you ignore the brain, for instant gratification,
happiness only comes in the immediate
hour...
you cant wait,
your heart paces,
you feel his finger trace,
the frame of you face...
there is a twinkle in his eye... a want in his touch,
you cant remember the last time that you've wanted
a man this much...
It could have been yesterday, or maybe even
last month,
all you know is that you like him now, and you are ready to
feel the rush...
You are not a promiscuous girl, you're just open with who you
are...
Prepare yourself because his goodbye is not that far...
Not saying that a man cant sample your flesh first,
and not actually love you when its over,
But just don't expect Mr. right to come around every night,
with manogomous roses...