Why Everyone Love Jane

She isn’t a plain Jane, beautiful almond Eyes behind amber frames reach into Your heart, grasping your roaring waterfall Beating love, leaving you breathless. Her warm smile like a friend, Feelings in tune to absorb the pain Of barbwire words and melancholic Quicksand. A childlike laugh sings to your ear With melody and harmony, causing Knees to crumble like a house of cards. A lithe dancing figure as entrancing To the soul and mind as bliss Will humanly allow. Her gait sways Like a lioness stalking prey, slow, Deliberate with every soft crunch Of grass. Skin, a light mocha with cream around pink, Pouty, kissable lips and hair like forest sap under An orange spring morning glow changes Sorrow to joy, hate to love, and madness to sanity. A woman showing every gift of wit, passion, And peace has nature at her whim; a cool Breeze under a sweltering sun, a fire Place on an icy-chill winter night, Seasons unto herself adorning the serenity Of every landscape. Celestial oracles call her goddess, we know Her as Jane, a legend to men and benefactor To womankind