Declarations

She wears jeans like a declaration of war.
Her guerilla assault on my affections
A silent song I can no longer ignore.

She laughs like a thund'rous rifle barks:
A sudden, final and fatal affliction,
A sniper's aim to pierce my guarded heart.

She walks away like a bomber jet's payload,
In her wake leaving longing lovers haunted,
Mine just one more life left wayward.

Each day is a storm I can weather no more,
Helpless against her beautiful gauntlet;
For she wears jeans like a declaration of war.