Jezebel

               ~ Jezebel ~

                                                                     

Jezebel the regina and the life of the party!!   
Cocktails, outfits and pricey fanfare.
Jezebel the woman of grandeur and luxury,
her lovelorn eyes, deep as a lake laced with misery.

Jezebel ..the debutante who every woman envied,
who's tiniest whim was her fathers pride.
She with fancies of real substance and taste,
with etiquette fit for a queen and heart of a renegade!

Henry says ,"O poor Jezebel was a lonely child",
she missed her father after her mother died.
With money filling in for the father who was overseas,
and dime a dozen nannies who tried to raise her in between.

O poor Jezebel, was given all she ever asked,
yet nothing that of love, nurturing and family.
Jezebel was lost in dreams of what one day may be,
when true love would be her prize instead of money!

"O Da'hling Jezebel you're 21" they roared,
and Champagne Framboise like the rain poured.
Jezebel was lost amidst the crowd she had gathered,
turning 21 one in that hazy summer all alone must'v hurt her.

Jezebel the young girl.... so lost and confused,
it was easy to mistake the courtesy of a nice man for love.
With her heart broken and her soul torn to pieces,
Jezebel decided to end her pain she must flee to Paris!

That seat of love, art, Hemmingway and possibility,
"j'aime Paris !!" said Jezebel on her first night in the city.
The written word was sanctuary from a life of make believe.
She poured her pain into stories that had made her heart bleed.

Living like a romantic, fancy-free ruined her plenty,
Drinking Daiquiris and Rum till the bar was empty.
"O Jezebel ... mon amie!, please dont do this !!",
no matter how hard he tried ,she wont ever listen .

He had found her, loved her and in Paris cared for her .
A broken heart could not love again ... . poor Jezebel!!
It ached her to see him, want her with such passion.
It was too late, for love, for him ... for my Jezebel !