Frances

Frances is a free one, 

Full of brilliant light 

She prances barefoot, 

Dances  

With beauty and delight  

When her passionate eyes  

Glance beneath  

The conifer's branches - 

Its needles nesting  

In the shape of love; 

Papayas, paper, droplets of dew 

Also enchant her 

Fill her breath with Yes! 

Her heart, with gratitude; 

With a twinkle in her eyes, 

She celebrates Creation 

In tune with its symphony, 

Enhancing situations 

Is she a dazzling goddess 

In emerald and aquamarine? 

If you've ever heard her smile, 

Chances are  

You know just what I mean