23 and Lovely
She's 23, you know Like a newborn shoot, lush and green A tender reed bending in the breeze Crisp as the new fallen snow Jabbing against the stream with her elbows For her voice is not yet bold Oh, but she is lovely... A summer storm in human form What she lacks in grace, she makes up for in beauty She is collecting loves like flowers to weave in her hair Although these will soon sour For she could never stay planted in one place Cheeks awash with that youthful glow She floats from branch to branch With childlike wonder as a rope