TO A GIRL.................

Gentlemen, I must remark that
Things aren't always what they seem.
White is made from many colors,
Listen well unto my theme:

Little girl, you are cheating,
You are cheating Father Time,
With meticulously dainty,
Girlish youthfulness, sublime.

Now, whereas, you seem an infant-
Well, say sixteen, for a guess-
Yet, I know that you can really
make anyone's life a mess.


Little girl, you are cheating
Mother Nature,yes, you are --
Lips of crimson velvet softness,
Cheeks of pinkish cinnabar.

Innoscence of sun-lit golden radiance,
Lashes of the blackest night,
Dream-eyed, silky smooth completeness-
Well,somehow, it isn't right.

White is made from many colors,
Listen well unto my theme,
Where one finds the rarest beauty,
Things aren't always what they seem.