Jareta

Down a lane in Pollokshaws
bides an angel by cosmic laws.
When first I met her in the park,
all my conscious thoughts went dark.

As I watched her swing to and throe,
I realised you know,
That her unconceived swinging pose
had the innocence beauty of a rose.

At the sound of her silver voice,
my heart had no other choice,
But to race beneath my chest
and long for the warmth of her breast.