The Lovely Seed

This is semi true. like the first half.

I sit here and write.
only sixteen.
Breathing young air.
I wish and I dream.

Kisses so soft.
Caught in his love.
Believe it's not lust.
No, it's sent from above.

Conflicting emotion.
Did I decide wrong?
Am I in love?
Wondered for so long.

I believe so.
Young and alive.
Put him to the test.
I'll make the dive.

I'll give him everything.
All that I own.
See how he feels.
walking in the unknown.

So then it's done.
I gave him my flower.
Still he's content.
Yet he holds more power.

Months still go by.
He passes the test.
I know that it's love.
We know this is best.

And one day together.
Just seconds of lust.
Then the unexpected.
No protection, just trust.

For a minute of pleasure
can lead to disaster.
Just teenagers now.
Life's flashing faster.

Sorrow in his eyes.
Tears on his face.
Wishing for a moment
we weren't in this place.

But yet we don't know
what lies ahead.
I try to convince
so he can go to bed.

Until two months go by
and evidence is shown.
People naive.
so to them it's unknown.

Now he can worry
but I will stay brave.
I pray everyday
and thank God what he gave.

Five months it's been.
A little more shown.
Now people stare.
For it is now known.

It is no secret.
I'm hiding my shame.
But I am made stronger
with every name.

Too ashamed to look at my father.
He can't believe his eyes.
Mother yells in fear of me
and more of me dies.

Seven months of bitterness.
My good friends stay by my side.
He reads so many books
to get ready for the ride.

A little more proud now.
He's preparing for the fight.
Looks deeply into my eyes
and see's thing are alright.

I cry as days pass on.
But not in front of him.
I must stay strong and proud.
Don't want him to give in.

Here we are month nine.
Waiting for the sign.
It should'nt be much longer.
It's just about time.

Things prepared at his place.
That extra room they spared.
As I moved into his bedroom.
At first we were real scared.

The day had come fast.
Heavily I breathed.
Sixteen hours of hard work.
All started with a seed.

A seed that had been planted.
Not a planned ordeal.
For love and lust are not the same.
That's just the way it feels.

I never should have gave the test.
I should have just had trust.
I knew we would have stuck it out.
Our relationship wouldn't rust.

But with lust comes responsibility
and danger as a teen.
Mother nature can be cruel.
God isn't trying to be mean.

She was put here for a reason.
This we both do know.
Scared but excited.
Ready to watch her grow.

Proud of her now
and him as well.
He is my Irish Rose
and she is my Belle.

But let this be a lesson
to all that are young.
Stay safe, think twice.
Too youthful to get sprung.

I love my little family.
I do with all my heart.
Happiness is with us here.
Nothing tears us apart.

It started with a seed.
Planted without known.
Didn't know a thing.
Now beauty has been shown.