Girl, believe me
They stole my flower nectar
He promised to be my One true love
That’s how my search started
They plucked me from the garden of beauties
Once my valuable nectar was dried out
Immediately he found a fresly bloomed flower to pick and remove from the garden of beauties as well
Girl, believed me
It’s your light and value what they don’t want you to know
For every man you only lose more
Not a single flower is good enough for a person that plucks a beauty from their idyllic garden
He’ll wait for next spring to prey again
There is not enough to please him, forget it
Please your sense of value and keep it guarded till a man is suited to afford such highness
Girl, be a Queen and don’t let any man take that position from you, don’t let anyone turn your value to that of a maid or a servant. Find a King that deserves a Queen.
Believe me.
