evolution of growth. (shortened version...)

Her eyes revolve
 in timly structure
  like baby worlds
    collecting dust
    in a mannered nature
      she gains the sight
      of forlorn men
        her virgin inscense speaks of innocence
        that shrine to poach
          which in return shall grant
          the arrival of youthful revolt
            upbringing violence

As her hair shall shine
  like an unpolluted midnight sun
  as it sways
    like a gentle stream
    the clumps provide knowledge
      soon to overwhelm
      the senses of such
        a subtle girl
        with naivity striken
          upon her sunlit brow
          she is forever forsaken with youth

Her lovers chair is empty
  her soul,
  so hollow and raped
    she knows not of a father
    but perhaps the shape
      the indent of his prescence
      in the nighttime air
        the bob of his apple
         while the hauty remain bare

She is taken
  she know knows
  all the lust
    that speaks through the nose
    their heads hang low
      and sweat with heed
      and now
        they shutter from all the weed
        the memories of incompetent boyfriends
          who urge the passing of time
          who love to touch
            and hate to rhyme
            for it shows knowledge
              in which they want a moment
              to get off with sullen proses

The evolution of growth
  has brought her the pleasure
  of love and lust
    them both
    in which she has made an oath
      never to boast
      about the times he's need her