four tales of jenny

if for my thoughts you paid a penny

you would find they are of jenny

her hair that’s blond and eyes of blue

show that beauty gave its due

in creating her perfection

no man’s heart now has protection

from the fall that’s into love

just one look would be the shove

that would knock you off your feet

just in passing on the street

i was struck in the same fashion

and am wounded by the passion

but it’s not a cure i seek

for i would die to kiss her cheek

all day long she is my thought

no greater treasure could be sought

than the fountain of her arms

flowing with exquisite charms

 

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though the stars above are many

i will name each of them jenny

for as they shine like the divine

they simply seek to undermine

the truth that jenny is more fair

than star light dancing in the air

i said i’d die to kiss her cheek

but i confess there’s more i seek

a lasting kiss i would prefer

my body naked under hers

my hands upon her supple breasts

i need not tell you all the rest

for she is not nor has been mine

and so our love is undefined

but i am hoping to express

my love with thoughtful tenderness

and words as smooth as polished stone

when next we find ourselves alone

 

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if you look you won’t find any

one as beautiful as jenny

i can’t forget her though i’ve tried

since my advances she denied

but i would abdicate a crown

if she would only let me drown

in a shower of her kisses

leaving no more need for wishes

nothing could match my desire

even if the earth caught fire

and burned eternal like a hell

it would not be like when i fell

in love with jenny at first sight

and dreamt about her every night

and though my love is not returned

until forever i will yearn

for the beauty of the ages

with the magic that engages

my heart each time i see her face

hoping to die in her embrace

 

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near the shoreline of new guinea

danced the silhouette of jenny

approaching with a soft hello

at first my face she didn’t know

but then a smile lit up her eyes

a thousand deaths i’d gladly die

that such a look would always be

meant for nobody else but me

but millionaire with matching yacht

had brought her to that magic spot

and i was there to pray and fast

repenting of a lurid past

but holiness was out of reach

when jenny kissed me on that beach

and all that she denied before

she shared upon that moonlit shore

how easily i know i strayed

but beauty is but jenny’s maid

 

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