You were told, love is dangerous for your tiny heart, even in your dreams, so please dream softly. Don't offer your ruby lotus, glistening with crimson hope, a drop of rosy dew trembling in its centre for sup, to just anyone. In the shadowy world of night how will you know the wolf on the path from the hero? Are those big flashing teeth a suitor's smile or vulturous grin? Keep it not in the pocket of your red robe either, gathering lint and crumbs, forgotten. It may drop out, or worse still, fall prey to thieving touch, slipping stealthily inside that warm opening, stealing away sweet cherry forever. You could wrap that lucid gem in finest gauze and softest linen. Hide it from the dangerous dark in a secret chamber secure against unsettling feeling and wanton urge, free from the confusing blush of first desire blooming hot along the raw edge of recess, the awkwardness of sudden passion, tongue tied, and colt clumsy, the cold splash of rejection, or the splintering pain of stricken heart, grief cracked like crazy paving. Safe you could keep it, in spinster locket, belted firmly with cautious chastity, kept forever from the risk of harm and any possibility of wild reckless joy.
Written for Simple no 7, AllPoetry Prompt: Love is dangerous for your tiny heart, even in your dreams, so please dream softly.