Virgin by Mahendra Dhammika

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She was the youngest
Which brought so much attention towards her
They called her lamb
As this little angel moves around them
Her sight was pleasent to watch
As they liked her filled with love
Many years have passed
And now she's more matured
It was a rainy night
As her seduced feelings aroused
Shades under the candle light
Now she's an adolesent
A virgin with responsibility
She's no more the lamb of her parents
Nor her brothers'
Now she's a young mare
Who's about to run on the path called life
Which is not layed with roses
But filled with evil
Which will try to expose her
She should be attaintitive
As she continues her long journey