Color Poem

She turns and smiles, and it's startling
A look so pure, so unknowing
Like a spring bud not yet bloomed
Its white face never having seen the sun
Like fresh snow not yet stepped in.
She seems so fragile
As if one touch could make her fall apart
To preserve that innocence forever would be a dream
But he must let her go
And her white girlhood be tainted
Let the new blossom taste the sun for the first time
Let the sparkling snow become muddy and dull
Let the petals wilt and fall