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
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
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