Like the dancing of the strings in the loom
Came your ancient movement into my womb.
I was really sure of your unsure visit
But never knew you'd be of such spirit.
In the days my tender heart grew buds
They gave me no aching like your rods.
Fair sweetness encompassed my body
As I knew I'd soon be a lady.
Then at Twelve,
Every minute meant I'd soon delve.
Not into the gossip from my mouth
But into the flow of my youth.
Alas!
You visited on that night.
With my pyjamas of white
You struck gently fast through my waist's corridor.
Now,like the open sea
I've had turns and turns of you to see.
Your red,like Spanish wine
I'd live to remember the sign.
Although that period was full of shame
I was talked into its fame.
Mother shaked my hand to the end
That I had grown into a woman.
