by Jeg Brown

Created on: June 30, 2008

A Man Named Jim

There once was a man named Jim,
Who found a woman,
He thought perfect for him.

She had silky hair and was fair of face,
And when she smiled at him,
It made his heart race.

Her skin was finer than the finest cream.
Desire pounded and filled his soul with such passion and longing,
He wanted to scream.

The turn of her head, the sway of her hip, the swell of her breast,

Created a fever in him, that never let him rest.

But though all the world's beauty she did possess,
Her graceful and gorgeous form,
Were as nothing when compared to the rest.

Her mind was as sharp as the keenest knife,
And overshadowed most men so far,
As to make them fear her as a wife.

A woman this intelligent and bright,
Did not intimidate Jim however,
Instead, it filled his heart with light.

Here was a woman who could hold her own,
Mentally his equal, if not his better,
A more perfect pairing of minds could not be made, imagined, or grown.

But this was not the end of her wonderful traits,
The list continued you see,
For she was blessed many times by the Fates.

She had a laugh that would make your heart skip a beat,
Her sense of humor was without peer,
So guileless and true, that she would never cheat.

A more complete fulfillment of all men's desires could not be found,
So Jim gathered his courage,
And began to court her, as his heart continued to pound.

Determined not to repeat the mistakes of his past,
He tried to build this love,
Based on a friendship and truth that would last.

He opened completely his heart and his mind for her to inspect,
He laid himself bare before her,
That she might know what he was asking her to accept or reject.

He offered all he had without hesitation or remorse,
For this woman was a rare example of all God's gifts to the world,
And nothing less would be accepted of course.

Jim had fallen under her irresistible spell like so many other men had,
But more honestly and completely than the others,
He knew true love was no fad.

Now decades later, Jim still waits for her all alone,
He pushed too hard for an answer, but in his heart no one could ever take her place.
Some say while he sleeps you could hear him moan.

He never regretted his decision, that's what they all say,
He remained honest and true to his love for her,
Up till the day he passed away.

His home sits there alone on the hill to this day;
His ghost sits on the porch, never wandering, sitting there for all eternity,
waiting for the woman that is his true love, is where he will stay.

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