O thou wonderful woman,
I’m honored
when you share
the innocent purity of a little girl’s
wonderment about emotions
that you felt
in your near-puberty self for me,--
a grown up man at that time,
I’m honored to be the prism
through which you saw the
larger aspects of your womanhood.
It’s like a tiny bud
sharing its story with
the sun, the moon, the dew,
the bees, the flowers and the spring air,--
all that which helped it in blooming.
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