This poem is dedicated to my young lady followers.
You may think that a present entitles you to me
Not so.
You may think a date entitles you to a kiss.
Not so.
You may think a jewel entitles you to more than a kiss.
Not so.
Your present says I am a precious gift.
Your date says I am worth waiting for.
Your jewel says I am the treasure you've found.
Its not what you think, Its what I require that matters.
You see, I am not for sale.
I used to be the woman with the child-like mind,
But I've grown up and if I could,
I would press rewind,
and state emphatically, without hesitation, without fear, and full of confidence,
I. AM NOT. FOR SALE.
I am not a markdown but an upgrade.
I am not less but great.
And I am not in a rush to be "off the market" or snatched up like a last chance.
If you wait for me, it will be the best choice you ever made.
Signed,
A Woman Who Knows and Never Second-Guesses Her Worth.
