At nineteen, I stand apart,
A virgin heart, a conscious start.
While others yield to love's desire,
I hold firm, my commitment's fire.

In a world where passion's pace is fast,
I choose to guard my heart and past.
Not for lack of love or tender care,
But for self-respect, I hold it fair.

Sometimes doubts creep, and fears arise,
"Am I missing out?" my...