The Chocolate Butterfly

'Tis a Mere Eighteen

Camille Burg

Suitor, suitor turn thy gaze

For this lady 'tis not complete

Her fickle heart and wits

Do not reflect a ready component  

Her age 'tis a mere eighteen

Experiencing the battles and scenes

Of life is her heart's desire

Not quite yet, knights so bold

Return again another day

Whence her heart is further refined

Two, mayhaps three years

Release her 'til the day is right

For then her favor, you shall fight