Jenny

When I was young
And at life's crest,
With heart and soul,
I loved her best,
Her eyes,
An emerald green,
Her lips,
A deep, red gleam,
Her wavy hair,
A golden sheen,
Velvety to the touch,
Her pearly white skin,
A vision of beauty,
Rarely seen,
But my great affair,
A might have been,
For she was -
A lesbian queen...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz