G i r l ⁓
Flows slowly smooth, cool crystal rills,
chaste wonders form a young girl’s truth.
Ripples flowing, sun’s spark’ling glints …
pure innocence ~ sweet thoughts of youth.
Softly satin, her innocence,
through eyes that tenderness conveys;
thoughts sweet as a butterfly’s kiss,
kind gentleness … these are her ways.
Mild, her voice, soft as duckling down,
with touches warm as Summer’s breeze.
Such laughter soothes the rugged soul,
her presence sets grieved minds at ease.
The way she moves lacks rush or force,
her sighs, a symphony of bliss …
with eyes that know of naught but love;
a boy, she’s yet to taste his kiss.
The heart, it melts to watch her play …
every motion of graceful limbs
portrays the flow of Nature’s streams,
so mindful of rosebud’s long stems.
One day a song will touch her heart;
a magic melody will swirl …
every starlight becomes a wink;
then, she’ll no longer be a girl.
Richard W. Jenkins
©2025








This is sweet. You capture innocence seen on a young girl from a males pov. Enjoyed this
Thank you sincerely, Fia 🌾
I’m so very pleased you found favor and enjoyment in this poetically masculine version of a few moments in a young girl’s blossoming.
Your words inspire me.
Hugs ‘n happy blessings! ⁓ Richard🍃