Little Girl, Beware and be weary
Do not believe what you hear from your friends
Who watch the movies and read the fairy tales that we forbid
Do not listen to their stories,
To their wishes and fancies, woes and complaints.
They will tell you about a world of love outside of themselves
Of men loving them and them only
Of their true love sweeping them off of their feet
Forever and ever and ever
Caught in a trance dance without feet
And no ground to call home
Just a whirlwind of wishes
Without realization nor reality.
Do not listen to their sorrows
To their sob stories of the aftermath of a high that has descended
To the destruction of their soul
Through the heart of pain and broken dreams.
Do not go where they go,
I forbid you to ruin your mind and taint your future.
You are not to find love outside of yourself in the whimsy of a hormonal male
Looking to fill his cup with an empty vase that can hold his essence
Do not be void of your own sense of fullness
Do not fall prey to the trance of chemical attraction
Wait and observe, witness and be patient
If love comes at all, let it come from a different place
Do not succumb to the death of your own will
By the mesmerizing dance of seduction
It is only temporary, but is like a poison that controls to no end
Stay steadfast on your own goal,
Stay strong in your own focus.
Love may come, if it comes at all
In a calmly cultivated package of meaningful truths
But never as a substitute for your own self-love
And never as a band aid to fill emptiness with illusion