She was a flower waiting to bloom
But already promised to her groom,
Traditions held fast in The Deep South
Tales and vows passed along by mouth..
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Promises broken by the opening of War
When young men had to travel so far,
Falling in love with the selected few
Was unheard of and widely rejected too..
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Promising to love she vowed to wait
Not really knowing how long it would take,
Falling in love with another was a sin
And so was the courtship of next to kin..
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This flower finally opened in the rain
So beautiful over all others it reigned,
Now giving birth to a brand new season
Changing traditions within it's reason..