The Wild One and The Novice.

The wild one and the novice,

Two extreme beauties,

Where one comes to fail,

The other comes for your bail.

One is a rolling stone,

Whose it is a crime to be alone,

Serened from the world of men,

Like when motherhood hides the hen.

Her strength is like the horse,

Stepping on toes and gathering no moss,

Yes she belongs to everybody and to nobody,

For how can she be tamed by somebody?

Yet she is this ripe desirable fruit,

As yellow as she can be, so cute,

Like the peacock with colourful feathers,

She has on her tail, a thousand admirers.

You are at risk if you love her,

For your heart would be in a mortar,

Pounded with the powerful pestle of jealousy,

She is the uncaged bird flying freely.

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Time is fully on her side,

So she can afford to go on a cautionless ride,

Dabble and gamble her life away,

Like a lost sheep which went astray.

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With her is the wealth of experience,

A master of the game in all essence,

So you stand to get the best when's your turn,

But she would be gone long before dawn.

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But the other is always there with you,

Always asking what she should do,

Ready to dance to your rhythm,

Like it is forbidden to have her own dream.

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With her is the beauty of submission,

With her, your heart has attention,

She wouldn't mind you take the ride,

Steer it anywhere, she won't be your guide.

The wild one and the novice,

Two extreme beauties,

Where the one comes to fail,

The other comes for your bail.