Annie Johnson
The Heart of a Chaste Young Girl
Here is the heart of a chaste young girl,
Star-struck and incurably romantic.
If change is in the air, it touches lightly
Her lips have tasted only life’s sweetness;
For purity knows only of sweetness.
Her fairy light feet carry her through life
Like a butterfly dancing on air
Or a leaf drifting on the wind
Captured on a shaft of Autumn dreams.
This tender girl shall never grow old
Her purity is like the air in Springtime
Or tulips dancing in the rain.
Soft is her voice with whispered longing
Spoken to the moon and starlit sky.
Every syllable echoes and swirls around her;
Only the grass hears, “My love, come find me.”
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