A dreamer once spoke his words aloud,
Unknown was the response he would receive.
An imagined pleasure should have been found,
As the feelings to be released was a relief.
Although once one got what he wished for,
He was not ready for what could unfold.
However she was and wants much more,
Unable to hold her, he finds her cold.
She wants to say that she will wait,
With a questioned heart, full of confusion
And if unsure how long it will take,
To be left with one conclusion:
If one waits for boys to become men,
A flowers bloom may die by then.