Untouched, full of innocence am I. Pure as the driven snow. Waiting till I’m wed am I. The man I marry shall be smitten with me. Tempted I’m sure he’ll be. But blessed if he patiently waits for me. I will be indebted, he’ll see. Sheltered I’ve been, but anxious I am. Waiting, patiently I am P.U.R.E. as the driven snow.
By Felina Silver Robinson