A Maiden’s Reply to a Blank Paper (A Thought on Courtship)

I can’t decide if I should turn away or face another day
With this wound, still fresh and bleeding inside
still cuts deep in both my heart and mind
it’s hard for me to say

I don’t want to play with faulty sentiments
nor meddle on a clueless doubt
I don’t want suspicions to claim advancement
when I saw something in you
than to the one I counted out

It’s undeniably true, and unavoidable too
that I should compare you with the rest of the world
because you soar above the others
just as a thousand silly actions
against one canny word

Though, in one way or another, I can’t help but be bothered
when it’s the day I realise and did open an eye
I saw how I’m born to be
A creature so distant from me
and you, a chisel that carves my femininity

Though you endure the qualities of vain commonality
and your eyes command the female eyes a tearful tragedy
I’d still say you have your own reasons
this kind of martyrdom doesn’t appear in all seasons, I must admit
because I am also willing to impart any part I should commit

If you would care to know the life I have lived before
It’s not what you and your buddies would gladly adore
For in knowing how I chose to tread a selfish path
you may begin to learn all about this and that

For now, I have a lot more things to say
But I’d be more interested in hearing how you pass each day
Though before I seal the dripping lips of my pen
and think of adding more to this writing again
I have a few considerations on this proposition
Dress your thoughts with lesser ornaments
and keep fragile promises away from my naive judgment.