My heart grew
Three times bigger
Than what it was,
I saw you and your eyes
Dressed up to be a woman
Beyond your years...
A fitting touch
Of a seductress stance...
A nymphet exemplified
Of her youth and beauty
And as sweet as candy
The kind you always want more of...
A fantasy, a chill...
Goose pimples along my neck....
A chill there was
Where it always was
But upon sight of a girl like yourself,
The heart encased in cold hard ice
Melted through in seeing you...
And in melting, my heart grew...
A Lolita made pure of good morale...
But love sought is a life treasured
In finding what's on the other side
Of the rainbow... not a pot of gold
Finding something better still
Made of sterner stuff...
Tensile strength made to heal
In finding the man you love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem