She is holey like her jeans,
A temple for a body,
From her head down to her feet,
She is a denim deity,
She is holey like her jeans,
A serene angel in capris,
With wings that flutter unseen,
Her beauty is heavenly,
She is holey like her jeans,
From faded blues to cerulean,
A celestial dream to me,
It’s in her that I believe,
She is wholly complete,
Even her flaws are pretty,
My heart bursts at the seams,
When she wears holey jeans.
