In a sense her innocence made sense
She had a sense she could tell everything past and present tense
Her love flowed in the present Her love flowered showering precious scents
She knew too much in a sense she’d lost her innocence
She knew me very well she could easily tell everything past and present
tense I’d feel until her kiss that I’ll surely miss
Jacqueline is so sublime bathed in white robe and wine
She thought the hungry men were looking for a friend a place she’d often been her innocence was no pretense
Still, she cared and tried working, long and tired counting dollars and cents
And her greatest gift she gave herself to a part of herself selflessly
I think I see the sense of all this innocence when I see her life I see no reticence.