My advice to you girl..is this..
Check his arms..
You want a strong one..that..
Can pull you up..when you are..
Down..you know..inside the....
Oyster..you are growing on..the..
Moss covered shore..where..
Waves wash the shell..that pearl..
Hidden in the shell...it will be..
Your dowry..that shinny pearl..
So many..would come to covet..
Let them not..it is pink and shinny..
It will loose it's luster..and it's roe..
Look him in the eye..and remember..
Softly brush his hair..for upon your..
Thigh when touched by future kings..
Jeweled crown..The robe will catch..
Fire and never be put out..
When he is..to be..or not..it will..then be...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
iip.. tis a strange one.. I much prefer your Advice to a boy...