JANE

 

Slenderly petite in stature

Adorned in shades of pastel nature

Hair the hue of copper red

Held with ribbon atop her head

 

Beneath her crimson fringe she views

Through shining eyes of brightest blue

With smiling confidence, she speaks

Though with a blush upon her cheeks

 

Her lips soft pink and parted slightly

Aglow with luster and smiling brightly

She moves with elegance and grace

On dainty feet from place to place

 

Ivory hands of delicate softness

Fine fingers move with subtle deftness

No ring adorns her left-hand finger

No marriage for this sweet joy bringer

 

Her eyes light up this radiant beauty

Her mouth turns up at corner cutely

Her countenance becomes breathtaking

It stops my heart but not from breaking

 

So, who’s this angel you enquire?

Who’s this paragon of sweet desire?

So, who’s this angel you ask again?

Why the angels name is simply Jane

 

An angel true from heaven above

Sent to touch my life with love

This capturer of hearts divine

I hope one day to make her mine