What Jane Sees
Silver spoons, white silk, and china,
Her world of luxury defines her.
So ignorant, and so naive,
Too comfortable, and so she leaves
And comes to rest, though tempest tossed,
Too far away to call her lost.
A wilderness, to her surprise,
Is softened by a strangers eyes.
And so, it starts, a foreign friend
Extends a hand, and starts to mend
Our fragile Jane, whose inner war
Had left her fractured, weaker, raw.
And when he speaks, his voice is deep,
And when she hears, she's willed to sleep.
He's found a peace no-one can reach,
She's much to learn, and he can teach.
He takes her hand, he makes her calm,
They're silenced and they're palm to palm.
A pair of eyes, once so self-sure
Are opened wide and thirst for more.
Jane's changing now, he's made her see
How elegant a life can be,
When fakery is stripped away
And harmony comes into play.
He's nothing like she's ever known,
He's nurtured her, and now she's grown.
He's trusted her, he's changed her world,
He's shown the light to a blinded girl.
And yet, he questions what she sees,
In the one who's put her mind at ease.
In the only way that she knows how,
She spells it out, in rhymes for now.
She sees him as her saving grace,
She sees perfection in his face.
She knows that he's her pride and joy,
She knows that he's her jungle boy.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2011
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