Merry Jane

My soul and my spirit conforms to her love Her story of my love for her is a worthy one The one true friend of mine On my white dress she lies humble I met her through Mitchell She clung to him so firm and bold When she came to me with smiles Her fragrance made me think otherwise I took my time to undress her soft skin As I caressed her flesh with skill I laid her on my virgin white bed I made her roll on it with ease O my Merry Jane our love consumed by a light up fire As I tried to save her in hailing her beauty through my mouth I kissed her till I felt her pains on my lips I held her with the tip of my finger dodging her burning dress Deep down in me she gives me reason to live She is my best friend She can be a whore But she lives you wanting her more. Dedicated to Merry Jane my green leave of wisdom created by God.