girl, little girl, guard your heart.
he is unfit to read the poetry that lines your collarbones
to hear the silent story you tell softly with your lips
beware, my dear, his edgy glance will turn you into stone
take caution, love, he should not see the painting in your ribs!
he musn't delight in the silken tapestry of your hair
nor know the boundless galaxy within your fragile skull
decode the ancient mystery of your jaded smile fair
do not let your eyes cascade on him your waterfall!
darling, in your heart are a multitude of stars
do not let him gaze upon them or steal their ethereal glow
you, girl, to him are an incomprehendable art
you are a tricky piece of music, and you must give him a show.
