She is the seed bursting forth from the ground,
But stealthy and shy, making no sound;
And once you have heard her enchanting tone,
Then you'll feel sorry you left her alone.
She is the bud waiting to flower,
Just growing up more 'til Fate meets the Hour;
And once she has bloomed maybe then you shall see,
That she is perfection in reality.
She has the love just waiting to burst,
Timid and cautious, afraid of the hurt;
And once you know how that woman loves,
You'll realize she's the one from above.
You will see soon when she's turned a rose,
She'll be the woman you'll love the most;
And when she has shown her love through and through,
You shall cry out in agony for it won't be for you.
