Sugar And Spice Poem by Charles Hancock

Little girls may be made of sugar and spice
But they often grow to become fire and ice
As a rule, they will tear your heart asunder
Yet, each one is different from another

It's rare to find that very special one
That won't treat you like she's a hired gun
One that'll laugh with you and not at you
And understand your point of view

So when you do find her, hold on
With all your might, all of your brawn
Until the day the grim reaper shows
When that'll be, nobody knows

So don't settle on that very first kiss
For you may find yourself in an emotional abyss
Find the one that will offer you unconditional love
And acknowledge the blessings received from above

You'll have to put up with cold feet in bed
And figuring out what things are best unsaid
But when you die with memories and not dreams
You'll be happy you put up with her extremes